masquerade

tension mounting and beach blazes a-burning, the rascist come out tonight. no longer dormant and sleeping under social conduct and behavioural civility. one more mask falls to the ground and another face peers out at the world, bleary eyed and terrible. the world watches in horror and a certain sense of foreboding. if one mask shatters, will not ours as well?
the daemons lurking inside, so close to the surface, swimming underneath. are they picking away, are they close enough to break through? the day is coming soon when the social melodic graces will fade, will we recognize ourselves in the end? time to face up, own our darkness.

secrecy

the new age of fear is upon us, hailing down like ashes of a world on fire. allowing fear to wrest the remote control of reason away from our hands. our collective crash test safety obsessive compulsions keeping us disordered enough to reinvent a new gulag anti-terrorism archipelago of pol pot prison systems. shifting blame around, just as long as we see no evil, we will remain blissful and silent. speak not of torture except as the sexual perversion reserved only for the willing and consenting masochists.

collateral

the black lord rides again on the coattails of systemic corruption that is at the core of our machine. on this whirlwird of downfall and tragedy, we are warned by the accused king of corporate kleptocracy, that the truth will always be subversive to the currents of reality. the darkside consumes us all in small annual installments as we watch great and small, seek in times of trials and tribulations, a place to call home. what if you spurned the place of your birth, your motherland in such excess as for the glory of a trainstation baronny. beware the wrath and vengence of a bitten hand, shareholders and country alike. burning bridges and passports entitle you, Lord Black of Crossharbour, to a life in limbo, without home or place, purgatory. will you not abdicate your life of excess and bring yourself and those around you to justice? for shame. perhaps it is time to eat the rich.