It’s
a deathblow. So much brute force, blood and her eyes without ideals or violence.
I was watching the video – the first video of Bob’s I found myself consumed
with like Alice in a roomful of mirrors. The video unfolds like a letter to
Milena, a love letter to New York City in all its beatific loneliness and
lovely grime, and let’s not forget America the depraved, unworthy and
malignant. I am a majestic bald eagle emboldened by the genocides you propagate
with just a wave of your invisible hand. It’s as if the nightingale code
doesn’t mean a damn thing unless you’re willing to drink the Kool-Aid and go
out of your ever loving and despised mind for centuries at a time. We were the
new wave of huddled masses whose refugee status was long past its expiration
date and still no one extended a helping hand or olive branch to rescue us from
this morass, this Chinese finger trap we’ve been led to believe would
ultimately save us or at the very least pacify us into some other kind of
nonsensical existence. It’s a deathblow. A summation on all that is not quite
right with this putrid world. So many ragged and dirty men, women and children
whose integrity has been placed on the auction block because corporations are
people don’t you know and gun rights are more important than a human being’s
right to live. So get in line for your toilet paper, vitamin c and latest
smartphone app before this shithouse goes up in neurotic and never ending
flames of self-discovery and self-recrimination.
Charles
Cicirella
11/2/15
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