Chaos and it's predictable consequences. I am afraid that there are at least one or two horsemen on the far horizon; what we can do to turn them remains to be seen.

Dan Patterson

Thanks Gerard; your essay was an inspiration.

Somehow I don't think those streetlight cannon barrels are going to last beyond one firing. I wouldn't be standing anywhere near them in any case.

Sorry--I know this post is more about the forest, yet I can't help but see the trees.

Reminds me of an earlier draft heard through bongwater soaked headphones in 1973..... Mmmmmm, flashbacks.....

And in the death,
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare...
Red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City...
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes,
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers.
The year of the diamond dog.
This ain't rock and roll, its genocide!