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Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn't matter, we're all going to be taking a short ride down the apocalyptic slide that will compose the end of a long, illustrious line of tainted history. Lots of imperfections all around in the moments of our existence, yet we live in the most poisoned of them all. Man's fall started with the first man in the first moment with the first mistake. Then another man bothered to take another man'slife. Then he took that man's wife.
Breeding, bleeding and disease immediately took over as morals died quickly in Sodom and Gomorra. The prostitutes found life a bore and morals a chore, so they quickly ignored the eternal law and saw things they were never meant to see. Do as I say, but don'tbe like me. Trim the branches, but don't destroy the family tree. Skim the highlights, but don't bother to learn your own history. You're making it right now, anyhow, as you tattoo yourself with a bar code and plug into the limitless world of digital information that's already ready to explode. So many years, so many tears, so few fears when you should really be scared for your life. Take your husband or wife, kids, everything wrong you ever did and make sure they're well hid in the mountains, far away from the fountains of the cities of pity and the den of sin within the metropolis mecca and the bliss and the din made by the machines that have taken over. The four-leaf clover in this three-piece world is simplicity. The one-way escape in this upside-down chaos is a way out. They will all scream and shout as it all comes crashing down right on top of them. Nothing will stop them, not even the prophetic knowledge of their pathetic demise with eyes closed in order to avoid seeing that the sky truly is falling. For you, destiny calling will sound more like an air raid siren. Don\'t bother worrying about the environment anymore. What difference does it make when the drugs you take just make you a whore? Don't think you'll be able to climb out the window after you've already closed the door. Just because everything looks safe, it doesn't mean that you'll ultimately escape. Once you turn the page, you'll be able to see what I mean as reality gives way to a dream, and things normally unseen are loosed upon the earth in a nightmare birth of massive proportions. Abortions, contortions and more. You'll only be able to count to three, because by the count of four, we will have already tallied the score, and in the end you're all going to lose. That's why in this era of choice, you must choose. Choose correctly, respectfully and expect what you know comes after the kind of decision you will make. Correct those that think a creature lives at the bottom of a lake, or possibly respect them because they may be right and everything you've ever been taught just may be fake. Don\'t make the mistake of taking the wrong path at a fork in the road to the doom of a forked tongue and a world that will ultimately explode. Watch the population grow until there's nowhere left to go except up or down. Don't laugh at the "crazy" guy who lives in your town and acts like a clown when he talks about black helicopters, pyramids and UFOs. He knows a lot more than you might give him credit for. He knows he doesn't want to be in the game when they announce the final score. He wants to be where he'll never be found. Safe, sound, and underground. Few people think about it. Few people put the pieces together. Few people in the world of plastic weigh the brick against the feather. Does anyone wonder anymore? Does anyone look at the bar code on the back of their driver's license and wonder what number they are now? You see, you're no longer a person, a human, an individual by any means. You're a scientifically-produced number, 2.5 children and a pair of jeans. You look at the cults, you look at the technology, you marvel at the advances and delight in the convenience, but rarely does anyone realize what's really going on. Violent crime occurring at an unprecedented rate, hate, rape, bigotry, technology, and the ability to reach anyone in any corner of the globe at a moment's notice. Will you even notice as paper and coin money are cycled out? Will you even shout when the bar code is no longer on the piece of plastic you carry, but on your hand or forehead? Do you think you'll already be dead? Your pet is probably already encoded, and so was the bottled water you were drinking five minutes ago.Consume and waste. Consumer, be fruitful and multiply. Die a slow death with nothing left and 50,000 dollars worth of credit card debt. What the heck? Put your neck on the line and tattoo your spine with a UPC symbol and prepare your house for chemical warfare. It isn't fair to spread Anthrax and bubonic plague, but the rules are so vague about the nuclear part. I hope I have plenty of film in my camera when it all finally falls apart. We need a fresh start, so push the button, pull the lever, and smile.
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