Today feels different … there’s a breath of
freedom in the air … a wholehearted beat
of authenticity, a gentle calm amidst the
apocalyptical frenzy that’s looming on the
horizon scaring the shit out of everyone.
Bank windows. Gas pumps. Fast food
joints. Box stores. There’s not a single
criminal corporation that’s going to escape
what’s coming. Nameless. Faceless.
Everywhere. A black marker in every
pocket, a dark thought in every mind. I can
see it spreading everywhere. First millions,
then billions, then trillions of Blackspots. The
future is not bright, but who needs that
anyway. It’s time to stop treating it like a
product you can buy and sell. My future is
one of handwritten Blackspots — treasure
island style — jammed into the hands of
every planet killing corporation in the world
… and that makes me smile … makes me
happy … makes me giddy for the end …
and the real life on the other side.