It was on the deathbed of night when the acid was working its heavy magic, and the panicked howls of the innocent echoed through the drunken, dirty streets in a sour summer night in Nevada.
That was when the Dangerous American revealed itself to me. Walking down the colorful street of lit-up and false fantasies I began to see their true expressions that they had hid well all their life behind a flesh mask of heavy makeup and vain vibrations. Dozens of them would pass by me, coins or expensive alcohol or jaded-driven hookers in hand, when their human shells would warp and deform into grotesque demon faces with distorted flames for eyes and dripping candle wax for skin. Their intensions were clear and their nature was obvious.
Holy shit. The wrong drug for the wrong town. I felt like Alice in some sort of contorted, rape-ridden American corporate wonderland. Now knowing the true nature of the reality of this culture I saw it as time to delve deeper into the beast, arming myself like a ruthless hoplite of Ancient Greece. Not in the sense of weapons, of course, thats mostly the game of those out there running the country. Rather, Ill regroup with the armies of Socrates, Hume, Thoreau, Nietzsche, and Thompson.
The only way to function among the creeps around us in this day and age is to deny sobriety in every form and to counter their unjustified arrogance with reason, abstraction, and completely shoving aside the morals and values of this country. The U.S. has been misshaped over the past forty or fifty years. Drifted off onto some kind of unexpected alternate tangent caused by our apathy and gullibility after Kennedy was shot. The poison of the Dangerous American is that of strict religions and their strife for Salvation, a lifestyle of consumerism, and falling into the fatal routine when attempting to attain the very much departed American Dream.
The real salvation here, never to be realized by most, is that of Philosophy and the embracement, not denial, of our human condition. Indeed, its time for infiltration. To see what happens when I act to blend within the nucleus of these people and still try to keep my sanity.
That was when the Dangerous American revealed itself to me. Walking down the colorful street of lit-up and false fantasies I began to see their true expressions that they had hid well all their life behind a flesh mask of heavy makeup and vain vibrations. Dozens of them would pass by me, coins or expensive alcohol or jaded-driven hookers in hand, when their human shells would warp and deform into grotesque demon faces with distorted flames for eyes and dripping candle wax for skin. Their intensions were clear and their nature was obvious.
Holy shit. The wrong drug for the wrong town. I felt like Alice in some sort of contorted, rape-ridden American corporate wonderland. Now knowing the true nature of the reality of this culture I saw it as time to delve deeper into the beast, arming myself like a ruthless hoplite of Ancient Greece. Not in the sense of weapons, of course, thats mostly the game of those out there running the country. Rather, Ill regroup with the armies of Socrates, Hume, Thoreau, Nietzsche, and Thompson.
The only way to function among the creeps around us in this day and age is to deny sobriety in every form and to counter their unjustified arrogance with reason, abstraction, and completely shoving aside the morals and values of this country. The U.S. has been misshaped over the past forty or fifty years. Drifted off onto some kind of unexpected alternate tangent caused by our apathy and gullibility after Kennedy was shot. The poison of the Dangerous American is that of strict religions and their strife for Salvation, a lifestyle of consumerism, and falling into the fatal routine when attempting to attain the very much departed American Dream.
The real salvation here, never to be realized by most, is that of Philosophy and the embracement, not denial, of our human condition. Indeed, its time for infiltration. To see what happens when I act to blend within the nucleus of these people and still try to keep my sanity.