days merge, the blend into the next in a sequence of fringe events, i can see the horizon, a mushroom cloud, it looks pretty spectacular as civilisation starts to implode on itself, i look to the stars, i look to the seas, i look to the heart and what do i see, blood on the streets in the town of (fill in yourself) and an angry crowd of people with hostile words and evil intent, i see a govt. failing, economy sliding, being sucked into the spiderweb domino effect of the globalised stupidity, i see the authority ponder population reduction, i see the human genome being owned by the multicorp pharmaceutical company, i see the oceans turn red, the pointless media shuffle, the rhetoric of ideologies, i see your money being worthless and your gold a gleaming rock of mineral, i see your home sinking into the dust burnt down by savages with matches and some twisted sense of justice, i see the strange aircraft delivering smart bombs, the high streets of your city are combat zones, the heavey atrillery is a chardonay socialist stuffing his face with a free range chicken and imported belgium chocolates, as he lectures on the evils of capitalism, he drives his bmw straight into his hypocrisy, where his wife who hates him opens her legs for him but closes her eyes, this is the future hate triumphs over reason, evolution inverts itself, survival of the dumbest, the strongest are clubbed to death, the smartest delegitimised as public opinion swerves into a cul de sac at a 1000 miles an hour with a jackknifed articulated truck up ahead, the brainwashed hordes of zombies and newspaper fed androids all bleating the same bleat, all seeing the same thing, like some globalised thought process they want blood as long as it's from the successful, enterprising, the strong, the smart, the independent, the free. there are those tat follow fashion, those that create it, those that care and those that don't and then there are those that know it's a fucking control mechanism, but mostly people follow the fashion, the zeitgeist, the trends, the polls, their operating instructions, their programming, twisting the past, history repeats, propaganda wears many coats, a chameleon in wolfs clothing, the destruction of a civilisation for the sake of some primal impulse, some weird jealous notion, maybe some envy or maybe just an irrational fear and loathing that goes back thousands of years, maybe i see you in the crowd, maybe its true evil is when good people do nothing, maybe that includes thinking critically and getting the evidence, maybe it's just the way the cards fall, your on one fence me on another, your a believer but i see a deceiver, your a peace maker but i see a warmonger, your a peoples person but i see seething mass of rage and un-fulfilment, you're a progressive but i see a primitive and i see through the slick slimy campaign trail of distortion and lies the evidence is there for any open minded individual but it takes a great man to stand up and admit he's mistaken, i see the dead fish eye glaze of irrational fury, i see the open wound of your crash test dummy heartbeat, i see the sound over your noise, i see the picture over your static, i know my own self where as you fear yours and the result is the white flags of the innocents being laughed at by the idiots with ideas that belong in the stone age.
oh! that's where we are now.
yugoslavia 1941 history repeats itself because of stupid people.
civilisation rip