good morning USA.

I want it, badly, to satisfy the ache, that animalistic urge, our god given right to progress the fabric of society onwards and upwards toward the inevitable:

Monday mornings, higher taxes, longer hours, diminishing social security benefits, mortgage payments, credit card debt, plasma screen televisions, Thursday Prime Time on NBC with America’s “Friends”, Honda minivans, soccer practice, overpaid athletes setting the precedence for decadence and false hopes instilled in the proletariat, passing the night with the world series glaring from rear projection screen electronic boxes in dimly lit dives saturated with second hand cancer inducing carcinogens surrounded by cosmetically enhanced pseudo-freaks one cup size away from...

beoming prey for the sexual vampires who perpetuate the procreation of our society by satisfying an innate hunger which pumps through their veins, senses on full alert searching for signals, signs, physical cues as to the direction towards divine pleasure, “out of this world”, she blew my mind, toes curl, heads thrown back towards the heavens, lost in eachother, no beginning, no end to the passion which drives us to pursue…

the American Dream, perpetually in search of happiness until happiness lies…

and cuts deep, torquing the rhythm the heart, straining the lungs, brief gasps for air, sending the mind into a lost forest of despair, and deceit, on a path of malicious intent…

which way do I go?...