the distorted news, lies and propaganda, idiot winds and the storm ahead, the zombie horde, better of dead

you got the united nations, running drugs and guns, you have revolutionary zeroes pretending they are the ones.

travel by thought except your brains been hijacked, replaced by a theory and no ideas, in academic distortions and nursery rhymes, his masters voice whispers to his mistress, everybody knows everyone has a price says the temptress. what's the cost of my soul i wonder, what's it worth. i consult some lesser demon, 'i'll get back to ya, we got an abundance of fucking souls, we are all souled out, these days they ain't worth the body they come in.'

i hung up disgusted at the state of affairs, the new age is kinda medieval, may as well stick pins in a doll or read the entrails of a goat, burn a witch.

it takes a couple of hours before the imp calls back, 'er got a price for your soul mission.'

'oh yeah, what's it worth to you?'

'well it's higher than i thought, there's a big demand for your soul it appears.'

'how high?'

'8.6 mill.'

'mmm okay, i'll get back to you.'

something to consider, 8.6 its enough to have a good life, see the world, buy some time. i'll see what my dreams say.

after a long therapeutic bath i fall into a deep sleep, my dreams almost begin immediately as if rem sleep was outside my front door. 

i'm floating in space, watching planets, satellites and strange flying saucers float by. i see major tom looking strung out, 'hey tom, come on over we can play space bongos with japanese girls.'

major tom sings out, 'i aint got no money and i aint got no hair,' he floats passed me complaining about lumbago.

space is silent now, the jupiter 7 floats past with the robot waving from a porthole window and there goes a north korean satellite. 

at least it's peaceful here. 

no sooner had i thought that, than a heavenly gospel choir of angels begin singing, 'what's it worth, captain. what's the price of your soul?'

well that is the question.

they break into some kind off harmony, it's real nice. 

the sun starts to appear as the face of jupiter begins to light up, wow, it's really beautiful. i look around, solar winds, red light shifts, blue seasons in tranquility, everything looks amazing. the more you look the more you see. planets swirl around me, stars fade in and out, i'm awestruck. and then everything is interrupted by an alarm. it's coming from inside my suit, somethings wrong, a warning. i look at the arm band on my left arm, a light flickers red, and then stays red. oxygen. i'm running out of air. air, that real strange thing we all need. i start to gasp, a last thought, a final one.

what's the price of my soul.

i wake up.