posted on May, 26 2009 @ 07:49 PM
I forsee the hellishness of heat baking off the sizzling blacktop in the coming months...the groaning and the sweating, the flies and chiggers and
mosquitos whining and droning in wax-caked eardrums. Pounding the pavement morosely, crumpled resumes gripped in ten million sweaty palms, but not a
job to be found. The shrieking of children as their brains boil, forgotten in locked hotbox cars as their desperate parents cue up for the chance to
grub some plastic crap from a Wal-Mart sale. Tossing and turning in the endless long hot nights, nightmares unfolding like venus flytraps in harried
brainpans. The American dream melts like a putrid dollop of dropped icecream on tin-cookie-sheet-scalding concrete. The heat making for more
craziness, more looniness in the cities. Cracked, yellowed, bloodshot corneas rolling in wrinkle-wrethed eyesockets; the sharp metallic tang of
madness as tapped-out mall-shooters at the ends of their ropes push clips into guns. Meanwhile, the dwindling few with the werewithall to do so will
withdraw to to cower amidst the flat, stale atmospheres of their chemical-saturated plastic McManses, aircondioners chundering down waves of
coolant-poisoned air upon their peeling balded heads. The rank funk of body odor will rise from the tent cities as the literally unwashed-masses dunk
their heads in greasy pools of runoff water; anything to cool down from the heat that is driving them out of their befudddled minds. Clouds of
buzzing, obscenely-metallic bluebottle flies will swarm over the stinking piles of waste and garbage that will acrue, public coffers unable to cough
up the megre cash needed for proper sanitation.
Happy summmer, BTS.
[edit on 5/26/09 by silent thunder]