Eight
Another evening in a city that never sleeps, a city where even children are out past their bedtime. In a city where unknown horrors are lurking behind every corner, in every darkened alleyway. And people wonder where they go missing to. "I just sent little Johnny out to get some bread and milk," well fuck, the last time that I saw Johnny-boy he was being sodomized against a back-alley dumpster. The truth hurts, and he won't be able to sit down for weeks.
Do not blame the pigs, dear citizens, blame yourselves. If you had enough sense to tuck sweet little Suzie into bed before curfew, she wouldn't be parading the underground and coming home with track marks on her arms. Pull your weight, citizens! Leave the heroin to us grown-ups with fully developed minds to destroy. My brain needs an extra kick; bring me my medicine.
Speaking of us adults, where is our protection! More adults go missing than children every day, and none of you bat an eyelash. Or worse, your denial speaks for you in attempt to make everything seem a-ok. "Uncle Benjamen is missing, he must have found his way home. I'm so happy for him!" The only obvious explanation, there's no way Benny was killed or taken hostage. That's preposterous! I've seen a man's jaw drop to the floor and engulf women when he thought no one was looking. As if the situation wasn't fucked-up enough, I saw him leaving the alley with a gimp on a leash. Just another night taking your slave shopping for a new, leather, spiked collar, I'm sure.
What the fuck are you thinking city? What insane substance have you discovered that I didn't get to taste-test yet? Pull your head out of your shit-packed asses and go find your answers. Track down your killers and take a dump in their lungs. Destroy your kid's hostage and cook his corpse. However you want to do it, just get it done.
Only you, city-shits, can prevent forest fires.
Do not blame the pigs, dear citizens, blame yourselves. If you had enough sense to tuck sweet little Suzie into bed before curfew, she wouldn't be parading the underground and coming home with track marks on her arms. Pull your weight, citizens! Leave the heroin to us grown-ups with fully developed minds to destroy. My brain needs an extra kick; bring me my medicine.
Speaking of us adults, where is our protection! More adults go missing than children every day, and none of you bat an eyelash. Or worse, your denial speaks for you in attempt to make everything seem a-ok. "Uncle Benjamen is missing, he must have found his way home. I'm so happy for him!" The only obvious explanation, there's no way Benny was killed or taken hostage. That's preposterous! I've seen a man's jaw drop to the floor and engulf women when he thought no one was looking. As if the situation wasn't fucked-up enough, I saw him leaving the alley with a gimp on a leash. Just another night taking your slave shopping for a new, leather, spiked collar, I'm sure.
What the fuck are you thinking city? What insane substance have you discovered that I didn't get to taste-test yet? Pull your head out of your shit-packed asses and go find your answers. Track down your killers and take a dump in their lungs. Destroy your kid's hostage and cook his corpse. However you want to do it, just get it done.
Only you, city-shits, can prevent forest fires.