Denial
Show me your solid streets that carry the weight of hefty commuters; (a dangerous swarm,) and I'll show you cracks in the earth's crust that entire cities might slip through and writhe in the burning magma of hades. Oh if your shops were empty with broken windows! Life after death of capitalism would make honey taste that much sweeter. These faded warning signs were the sages of damnation and their preaching voice is worn and raspy. Pavlov's politicians breathe trinkets and television, making you salivate, ringing shiny bells while they take the food from your plate. we're in this together but we really hate each other, this big society's not room enough for ego, immigrants, exports, production and the stacks of disguises for the storehouses of hate. We're in this together... but never you, it's always only me, in a collapsing city shouting about the feathers which stuff my pillow. The Egyptians loosened their shackles, thos...