entry: #012 :: When Worlds Collide ::

It reads like fiction >
But, it's not...
A car-crash of emotions...
I'm thinking...
'Grid locked'...
Hell, who am I fucking kidding?

A correspondent's experience has a hold of me...
Lost in Transmission...
His...
Mine...
Us, collectively...

AFGHANISTAN sometime, 2003

"With their kohl-lined eyes and Kalashnikovs over the shoulder, the religious police prowl the stalls like vultures circling a corpse. Hollywood could not design more sinister looking dudes. They even seem to have the worst teeth in Afghanistan. When they're not playing moral enforcers or issuing ludicrous edits such as that women do not make a noise when their shoes hit the ground, they're operating as the Taliban's most effective spy agency..." Jonathan Harley.

This grid locked-craziness is all around...
Punctuating our own imposed >> silence...
Penetrating our own >> solitary-confinement...
Walls of teflon deflect the lunacy and lust of congressional sparring...

A man pulls up alongside me...
We make eye contact...
We speak...

"Hey, code Orange is all around...
I'm thinking jungle-fever's about to hit...
Planet-GOP has landed, baby...
10,000 cops stalk 8-city-square-blocks...
Step aboard the fun {k} ship,
Those 'crazie' mothers are riding the nostalgia trail, again....

Madison Square Gardens...
Honey, they're gonna make you a star ...
Forget the peroxide...it's wax-work smiles all the way...
Flash...Flash...Flash...
Lit by the promises...
Lit by the contradictions...
Lit by the corporate fund dollar...

Hey, give me a break, here ...
Used-car-salesmen-have-more-fucking-panache...

It's starting to smell of terrorism," quips a 'Fox -News'-talking-head...
"Fair and balanced..."
Yeah, sure!
Whatever you say...
Damn...did I smile when I said that?

Two Russian planes bombed into the emptiness of tomorrow...
Radar beeps punched holes into nothingness...
The world holds its breath...

Once again...

What were we really thinking, folks?
C'mon, tell me...

It happened once...who's to say it won't again?

Damn these thoughts...
Eternal and complicit...
Suffocating and sadistic...

Italian journalist, Enzo Bladoni was executed this week...
What?
Didn't you hear?
He was chasing a deadline...
Chasing the dragon of his own adrenalin...
ended up in a shallow grave...
Nobody's life should end that way...

Hey, 'silent majority'...
How does it feel...
to have NO mouth...
but you MUST scream...

Munch >> how apt >> your 'portrait of humanity' was stolen...
Hi-jacked in broad daylight...
Frozen in madness...
A one-way-ticket-to-dystopia...
A portrait of prophecy...

The car horns blare...
But that damn man keeps smiling...
Warm...
Mmm...the kinda smile you could melt into...
"It's okay..." it says...

Damn...
I love that flood of compassion...
Strangers...
Side-by-side...
Never to know more-than-but-a-passing-glance...
A comma > in this never-fucking-ending-sentence-called-life...

He's crawling on his belly...
Searching for answers...
are they ever to be found in the eyes of a bystander?

53% of New Yorkers believe a terrorist strike is likely...
C'mon...It's just convention jitters, folks...
naked specters demonstrate ....
feeding activism's rage...

Our, collective rage...

Four more years of this...
Yeah, like, I believe we heard you the first time...

Something's changing...
Mutating...
damn, it's that evolutionary-loop...
Jammed again...
get's me everytime...

I love this peep-show....
This carnival of the absurd....
This fictionalization of the species...

I want to flash-forward to yesteryear...
Hmm...wrap us all >> in the bondage of amnesia...

Somewhere safe...
... always and forever...
untouchable...

# transmission ends #