Stag Nation
The deer moves up and down the screen, pointing at all the different directions to run. How to see beyond the blind eye. How to stare off at nothingness. Exaustion eventually overcomes to the body. Predators gather around waiting for a midnight snack. Salivating at the sound of the wounded spirit. The thin trees cannont hide it's form. The smoke in the air does not nourish it's lungs. The burning of a thousand lost memories. A thousand shattered TVs piled up into a mountain. Images of skulls flicker across the cracked screens in an almost random pattern. The machines tap and grind out their unearthly, eveloping beat. Sawwing down what could be used to create. Pile after pile of slag covering the landscape as far as the unenhanced eye can see. Undying and forever we bring ourselves forward. Party in cesspools ,cause we glow in the fucking dark, reaping the rewards of waste.