9/13/2012, 8:14 am
"WANT IS WEALTH
POVERTY IS PROSPERITY
SQUALOR IS LUXURY"
Walking with a group of strangers through a hilly area dotted with pine trees. Structures like towers with steps to their various deck-like levels built of pine, tall and very rough-hewn. A few small houses interspersed. A concrete ramp for concrete delivery close to one house. We walk into the facility.
A – concrete factory? Production/finishing facility? A tour – I am alone during the tour - a series of flying platforms suspended on tracks from above rapidly swooping through the facility – one platform to another. Some people working; below, a shower of sparks from one who's grinding; others just running along following under the platforms shouting what they're doing. One runs forward, leading another who runs backwards shouting about himself; he then falls when he's about to hit the soft-sided apex of a triangular structure that juts from the ground – he doesn't hit it; he falls beside it.
Flying platform tour over. Group of strangers re-assembles as we leave the facility. Way ahead, down a path, there's a – bar? A woman, apparently in her 60s, who we all somehow know is a whore, in a sparkling full-length silver cape is at the bar. One of my companions says to all of us that her mouth is full of, and dribbling, cum. Then her head falls off, but no one seems to know or much care where it's gone. No one seems to look for it. What's left is merely a concave depression of smooth skin between her shoulders where the neck and head should be. I don't see her up close; it's as if the image is televised in the air before me; no receiver. The headless harlot wanders away down the path. The rest of us begin to disperse around the rough-hewn towers and the dream ends.
God, why did I have this wretched dream?
The headless harlot is America – the United States.
Empty suit. Empty chair. Headless whore. This is what we've allowed our once-great country to become.
It's time for true change along a road that leads us back to greatness, not the hoax and chains we've been burdened with, not FORWARD™ into oblivion. Our involvement and action are not optional.
POVERTY IS PROSPERITY
SQUALOR IS LUXURY"
Walking with a group of strangers through a hilly area dotted with pine trees. Structures like towers with steps to their various deck-like levels built of pine, tall and very rough-hewn. A few small houses interspersed. A concrete ramp for concrete delivery close to one house. We walk into the facility.
A – concrete factory? Production/finishing facility? A tour – I am alone during the tour - a series of flying platforms suspended on tracks from above rapidly swooping through the facility – one platform to another. Some people working; below, a shower of sparks from one who's grinding; others just running along following under the platforms shouting what they're doing. One runs forward, leading another who runs backwards shouting about himself; he then falls when he's about to hit the soft-sided apex of a triangular structure that juts from the ground – he doesn't hit it; he falls beside it.
Flying platform tour over. Group of strangers re-assembles as we leave the facility. Way ahead, down a path, there's a – bar? A woman, apparently in her 60s, who we all somehow know is a whore, in a sparkling full-length silver cape is at the bar. One of my companions says to all of us that her mouth is full of, and dribbling, cum. Then her head falls off, but no one seems to know or much care where it's gone. No one seems to look for it. What's left is merely a concave depression of smooth skin between her shoulders where the neck and head should be. I don't see her up close; it's as if the image is televised in the air before me; no receiver. The headless harlot wanders away down the path. The rest of us begin to disperse around the rough-hewn towers and the dream ends.
God, why did I have this wretched dream?
The headless harlot is America – the United States.
Empty suit. Empty chair. Headless whore. This is what we've allowed our once-great country to become.
It's time for true change along a road that leads us back to greatness, not the hoax and chains we've been burdened with, not FORWARD™ into oblivion. Our involvement and action are not optional.