2005-11-23 - 10:36 p.m.
I was getting all damascus with myself. Thinking about banana leafs and the end of the world. Thats leafs with an "ee".
And what would it mean? Freedom from society as we know it. A freedom not without drastic limitations. Maybe the freedom is in limitations. Two gangs of future samurai square off in an abandoned WAL-MART. Maybe one of the gangs is ninjas. Doesn't matter. Did they have to fight for food before? No. They all had stupid jobs and paid for stuff. They weren't ninjas before though, they fucking chose to be. That was a choice priorly unthere. Untheirs. The freedem to charge through the racks of mildewy clothes, katanas raised above their heads, screaming like they used to scream into their pillows alone at home in their tiny apartments with the filthy windows overlooking more tiny apartments through filthy windows.
He screamed and cried and no one could hear, he tried to play a little song on the recorder. It just wouldn't come out. When it came though, in the end, it came vibrantly, like the blood spray from a severed arm, from the throat of a songbird.
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