And so here we are, 50
million strong on the eve of the chance to revisit every
dream and every little
hope.
She said the sunrise that morning reminded her of the military newsreel of a A-bomb detonation. I thought that was somewhat ironic. Likening one great beginning to one absolute end. By that time the lust of night had passed us by, so long in preparation, and so empty in its conclusion. After the orgasm there is no goal.
What is the use of longing if it just ends in the anticlimax of a moan?
WE ARE HERE NOW TO PROPAGATE THE DANCING VISIONS IN OUR HEADS.
With the help of substance made illegal by governments seeking to close the doors of our minds. With no entrances, nothing new can get in. And after all, new is dangerous. THE ESTABLISHMENT HAS ALWAYS FEARED CHANGE, AND IT ALWAYS WILL.
So, nuclear dawn. The here and now. No drugs, a mild revolution. Lethargic revolutionaries who have already blown their load. No more lust, no more motivation. Time to sleep.
IN THE HANDS OF WISE MEN, GUITARS CRY LOUDER THAN WOMEN.