some mother murders her children, a man stabs his new wife, a policeman with a handgun shoots to kill and takes a life, meanwhile down at the mall an overstressed future trader goes nuts and shoots 17 people wounding 5, he takes his life on live tv, ratings soar. it's all out there in the war zone we call society, a rich man gives his trophy wife a credit card to max out on shoes and plastic surgery, a poor man at least gets to keep his dignity, civilians end up as collateral damage, unrecognisable fall out from a private conflict no one can remember how it all began, no one really cares as long as they get out alive. one in five baby five to one, some ones yelling at a kid in the background, the weather is grim, storm front moving in, the girl you love charges you $300 bucks an hour just to stroke her hair, the tv plays out some torture flick and you no longer shocked to see it's just the news, the civilization is built on fame and glamour as paparazzi chase some hollywooden redhead down a dark tunnel into a pylon at one hundred miles an hour, blood stains over the concrete forming a pattern that attracts more tourists than the art galleries.
the king turns out to be another mad dictator, his armies march to certain death in a hot climate, under resourced they have all mod cons but have to share water rations. the burning sun melts their letters home.
all your friends are hooked up to a bunch of pharmaceuticals, mood swings, there's a terrible sickness sweeping through the luxury set, they suffer the vampyric curse, can't get enough blood, can't satisfy that thirst, hunger, thirst, desire, eternal boredom. the walking dead haunt the streets, the walking wounded stay indoors listening to the screws turning, eating out of generic tin cans, 'spam man, gourmet cat food sister, some of that artificial flavourade you stole of your little brother,' you just don't care about nutrition anymore.
what city is this, the one that never ends, all cities join up here, geography singularity, end of the line, borders don't mean shit now. the horizontal axis the vertical latitude, your co ordinates are unaligned, your third eye unhinged, all futures fail, the sky turns black, black rain falls, the ocean stops, the moon falls out of the skies, your smoking a joint looking at it all through your rose coloured glasses, you sitting naked in a bath filled with ice, a girl with a pair of ray bans sits besides you lighting your joints, she's your wife, you and her and those whacked out kids playing in a garden, waiting for the end of the world, you don't fear, you don't care about anything, you lived your life, you seen it all you found everything you ever wanted in her and if your number is up, then it's up, what ya gonna do?
she don't care either, there's no fear where you are. she slips off her clothes and slides in next to you, laying there in that chilled out zone, sharing that final joint, you kiss the side of her face, that beautiful face, you just feel love, like a bubble wrapped around you like a protection. nothing can penetrate that, nothing can pierce what you have, no zombie, no vampyre, even the radio active fall out, nothing that any man made can stop the sheer power of love.
outside the world starts to burn, faces, places, people you never met, familiars and strangers turn to dust but you, you her and the ones within just shine. like stars.