Thoughts of a Dissedent

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        It's the new millennium and nothing is new. Society is slowly slipping slopping down into the primordial soup, and the old goo rises and consumes us again. Backwards and forwards, doing the fucking moonwalk. So I have to do something about it, right? It's my future, your future, and the children are the future, but not if they're as brain dead as we are. We might as well just lobotomize them in the womb. So I'll dive in front of the ice pick, take the hit, and that'll be that- revolution zero. Snuffed out, over, to save the children? No, something bigger. What do people do when they want change? Dynamite and C4 and gunpowder tick tock tick tock boom. Goodbye, Mr. Government, you've served us poorly all these years. The my new nation won't rise, it'll descend from the heavens, like I've hailed God's cab. 'Follow that dream!"
       And then I woke up, and there's no revolution, and I'm still in my pajamas.

I think the hunting shop sells gunpowder.