imagine
slow moving trucks, five to ten stories high on the freeways, which would expand to at least twenty lanes, they would move like ancient creatures slow and hazy in the sky, roaring with power unaware of the little lives below.
there would be all kinds of trucks moving all kinds of things but i imagined moving trucks for the extremely rich, hoards of jurassic vehicles moving with ugly might. perishables and precious things. the roads below would tremble and shake, the little cars like ants and mice scurrying for free space out of the way avoid being squashed.
the oceans are dried up and like lines of ants we find our machines treading down the walls into the pits of an old world, no morewater but smoke and dust and smog spilling out of the ocean. from far away it is black and cold and close up it is hellish and hot. everything moves like a whale. screams like huge animals. skyscrapers so high they loom over and touch eachother creating a archway metalic sky. this is the world we know.homes are unlivable places where we fornicate and feed. small and cluttered with scrap metal and plates and facets and steam.
there is no culture. none left. there is no race for we are all covered in soot and it is permanently engraved into our skin. number number instead of names. even for boys, odd for girls. with their number you can tell their age sex history of crime habits where they work where they live what they are what they once were.
the earth barely exists, we've dug so deep and replaced it with metal and trash and ash it is fake what we stand on, what plants feed on, and there are no trees we can see. some of the rich(owners of this world) have them in their homes, their islands of retreat, on the 1200th floor, of some titanic building. i keep seeing this when i wake up from dazed sleep. my vision slants and everything slides off like we're being tipped to the side and then i see them. those machines on the horizon. taking years to make their way. i'll come back to this.
there would be all kinds of trucks moving all kinds of things but i imagined moving trucks for the extremely rich, hoards of jurassic vehicles moving with ugly might. perishables and precious things. the roads below would tremble and shake, the little cars like ants and mice scurrying for free space out of the way avoid being squashed.
the oceans are dried up and like lines of ants we find our machines treading down the walls into the pits of an old world, no morewater but smoke and dust and smog spilling out of the ocean. from far away it is black and cold and close up it is hellish and hot. everything moves like a whale. screams like huge animals. skyscrapers so high they loom over and touch eachother creating a archway metalic sky. this is the world we know.homes are unlivable places where we fornicate and feed. small and cluttered with scrap metal and plates and facets and steam.
there is no culture. none left. there is no race for we are all covered in soot and it is permanently engraved into our skin. number number instead of names. even for boys, odd for girls. with their number you can tell their age sex history of crime habits where they work where they live what they are what they once were.
the earth barely exists, we've dug so deep and replaced it with metal and trash and ash it is fake what we stand on, what plants feed on, and there are no trees we can see. some of the rich(owners of this world) have them in their homes, their islands of retreat, on the 1200th floor, of some titanic building. i keep seeing this when i wake up from dazed sleep. my vision slants and everything slides off like we're being tipped to the side and then i see them. those machines on the horizon. taking years to make their way. i'll come back to this.