new jerusalem measured in cartesian geometry as technicolor fears and lucid doubts swarm with distortion out through the rusting valves… agony in the welding pit, turmoil on the shop floor… grand visions of staged reality built on a beautiful lie, now flooded with polluted ideas and strewn across fields of unexploded ordnance…
life as a series of bland background entertainment shows; live on stage ideologies… ritual blood-letting of the virgin bride… policemen in parallel lines, idiot-boys, wild-girls… conflict, starvation, agony, meaninglessness… the screens steadily flickering through the cerebral cortex, psychotropic trips in an ongoing noise-field of paranoia and isolation…
centuries of self-harm… glass and steel monoliths rising from the desert in the dawn’s early light… jagged knives against the city sky… greasy fingers plying their trade over mahogany tables; insatiable lust of the pension-funds… a figurehead in flames, captains of bled-out industry; tea dances and ballroom masquerades… this earth no longer sacrosanct…
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