diesel engines roar with impatience, in steaming hot tunnels,
towing trains filled with the armies of corporate temples,
worship the anal beasts of empire,
shooting out like bullets of urban angst,
they make their way into the near barren womb of suburbia, impregnated with the fatigued sperms spewed back from the rape of corporate imperialism.
each piece she's torn from the whole she gathers up to organize in a way that makes sense... A discussion point where ideas, articles, and stories that contain much of what you want and need to become aware of the existing corrupt reality we are experiencing and of ways to solve them...
No comments:
Post a Comment