Yea there will come a time when one will not have the choice where they shall live. Even now masses of people are being moved to less dense areas, areas of little or no resources. There is a day coming that water rights will be held by conglomerations and not the private sector. What shall one eat? All the food is owned and distributed by one company. The food is patented, down to the seeds, each kernal baring a genetically trackable trademark. One cannot simply buy seed. One cannot open a spicket, por un jueto de agua, without paying a heavy royalty. One shall rise and sleep with the setting of the utilities consortia. No longer will the sun and the moon be used to keep time, to track days, or seasons for everything under heaven shall be made and bare a trademark even the very stars. Everything needful shall be provided, shelter, food, water, a uniform of sorts, willing compliance will gladly give way to sloughfullness of mind, and character. It is one’s very own apathy that these beings have come, these do good aliens of enlightenment have entered into covenant with goverment. The biggest secret is not that they are here. The biggest secret is that we do not believe. They have been here all along coaching, prodding,guiding,and manipulating. Why? It is the promise of power. But it is a lie. ” Lt., Lt., Lt. Lleland”. I looked up for a momment. It was Rick. “Hey brother how’ve you been”. “You know me”. “Yeah I know you. Where you been hiding out? I heard you were not going out on missions”? I knew Rick. He was the only friend I made on our initial launch. Something inside made me very cold. “What’s the matter, you look like you saw a multidimensional being”? Rick put his hands on my shoulders, and stared into my eyes. His head was cocked sideways, his eyes showed concern which then gave way to his shit face grin, followed by uproarious laughter. He pointed his bony finger at me. “Yeah you almost got me you son of a bitch”. He poked me in the ribs a couple of times. I played along with him. “Hey my shift in hell is almost done, you wanna hook up later for a drink, I got some sweet bootleg”? My heart was pounding, I began to have a cold sweat I stepped back and distanced myself from Rick. This was not Rick. It was somebody else pretending to be Rick. I became a bit confused but I did not want to let on that I knew he wasn’t Rick. “Yeah sure, I just have to finish up some things, yeah for sure”. I quickly excused myself and entered an emergency wash facility. The walls began to undulate with sounds. The walls were moving in, my heart was hurting, I glanced up and saw my distorted reflection, the back of my mouth became acrid, filled with saliva, a precursor to throwing up. I wrecthed two or three times before it was a go. I hit the wall as hard as I could, tears running down my eyes, my mouth completely stretched, on my knees with my head in the bowl. I saw it. A mettalic, shape shifting glob of mercury like substance. I looked at it as it danced around. I traced the bowl and noticed it followed the track of my finger. It was almost playful. I timidly stuck my finger in it and it was absorb into my skin. I jumped up. The walls had stopped moving. I could see myself, it was Lt. Lleland but it was not me.
I can’t believe I have 2 followers on my dumpsite tumblr. Yeah! I guess.
I’ve said it before, surely if there is a book of life then there is a book of the damned, and it’s called Facebook.
What is the deal? He’s a bloated wanna be hack. I hate him, especially Pulp Fiction. Get your overbite fixed and stop starring in your own films, who do you think you are Alfred Hitchcock? Not!
Why does anyone need to spit?
Unless you’re Slyvester it’s a disgusting habit.