“Some people call me a space cowboy, some call me the
gangster of love…”
Revolutionary? Hmm, not sure if a revolution can fix this
shit stain we have allowed them to create in our name. The whole point of a
revolution is things revolving, coming around again. Fuck that. Things have never
been that great, it’s just that now they are worse…
All these years of evolution and this is the best we can
muster? Slaves to our mortgages, our loans, our TV sets. Our drive to be better
than everybody else has us clamouring to stay ahead, uncaring as to who we
tread on the way up. No one giving a damn about us on the way down. Humanity has
become a “whore fight” as we sell our souls for 3D TV that we don’t even want.
For a sports car that can do 220mph even though we can never go above 70. For
country estates that could house a small town just for two.
“Wake the fuck up!!”
Revolution? No! Doing the same old shit is not the answer.
The answer is EVOLUTION.
Barticus
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