the Treachery of Warfare as Tricked by Authority's masks.

The KIDD…

The

Kentucky Derby

Is

Decadent and

Depraved.

The KIDD is Here to evaluate my state of mind… I scream at him like the lecherous bastard he is… The Dead were grateful that I was still alive, and not among them at all… What was it that the airplane flew over, it was not the cuckoo’s nest, but Jefferson’s fearless approach towards democracy as the carousel went around… The freak power was underneath the glass of fear as the weapon… Underneath the American Dream… Neither the Fifties, the Sixties, nor the Seventies were as deep through the Eighties to the Nineties into the year two-thousand, and beyond… Faxes from the ‘S’ came sporadically, but garbled with filth within the teeth-grinding deadline… McGoverning the states of being were too much for the preposterous T-square hanging upside-down… ‘Fuck the doomed’ the beast protested… GWB Jr. bombed the children of Kent state as a National Guardsman… In search of a genuine politician… Even though politics is that perverted system ruling our senses… Have you ever seen the rain?… The noble loser eats bullets… A strange drug became the Ibogaine which lead to debate in front of the cameras… Charles MANSON as my running mate… George is voted in, but I lay in bed watching television… Nixon’s popular vote dies today… The demon money prescribes debate as a means to an end… The evil and darkness will survive beyond my years… The judge ate on Maggie’s farm, but no one works there anymore… The ‘S’ was on television to allow college women to be with him… Kings and queens never had the people that the ‘S’ had… The KIDD just sat back, and saw the fireworks in a jaded attempt at self-discovery…

Day after day, the walk through the darkened and deserted streets, and slowly the rest of the city began to wake… Thoughts stirred as the debris was strewn about the lightly trafficked roads, and the stink of the sewers as they began to tease themselves from a nightmare state… This was the life of a child, with its open eyes and covered head alive, and yet something wasn’t always that way that it had been in the past… Something was amiss here in the city streets… Some were distracted by the rolling thunder or the shark hunt on these streets, but the KIDD just walked past on the way to work… There was never any time like the present these days.

Especially when trying to catch the races promoted on every street corner, running reckless, and stealing all profit from the humble man… The sky overcast with the jealousies and petty arguments of the pesky prostitutes of advertising lining the curb, and vying for your hard-earned dollars fitting comfortably in their hands… The taxman stands there too, waiting for the cash to fall out of the sky, and bless him in pools of righteous theft… Every other hustler seems to be lost in the background looking for the occasional hapless victim to feed off of, and the dogs of war dancing in distant lands to the rays of toxic moral detonations.

The KIDD lurks somewhere around the corner, walking in a drifting-styled manner, and much like the wind that always blows away the debris… The accents of businessmen from nearby bars fill the air with noise, with mindless and trivial chatter, and all twisted around with a foreign bow atop it that screams out something exotic… Though the KIDD eludes these swine as well, and manages to slow time as he approaches the place where he needs to be… The vague aggressions of the meandering people as they pass him by on their own ways to work make the KIDD shrug and hum until the psychic noise dims to a faint whisper in the background.

Finally, the destination is reached after what seems the eternity, but his boss is unhappy with the tardy behavior of the employee… Defecating words at the KIDD like the lazy good-for-nothing, retarded puppet, but pays insults no mind as he strides further into the building… The KIDD is without the humor common in one who works menial tasks and mind-numbing labors, being stoned or bugged out in one way or another, but today is a different day indeed… The KIDD just wants to get straight to work, and will not be bothered with trivial insults from someone with no power to fire him… His fellow employees do not dismiss him so readily, and as soon as the boss leaves, they begin to question him about his nightly endeavors… The KIDD just gets to the task at hand, and begins loading stuff onto the machine that he uses all day… Leaving the faces of his co-workers empty for their fix of gossip in the extreme.

There was no way that the KIDD was going to allow his thoughts to randomly impress these vapid daydreamers with their dim ideas of his presence… Their chatter in his ear made him drift off into other thoughts to perhaps relieve him of the insipid small talk… The chatter thrown into the background noise as the machine starts with a cold, clean whirring sound… It hums along after the KIDD puts it through the motions, and finishes maintaining its chrome parts, keeping it clean was part of the job… The lethargy in their voices left him stewing over the trivial factors he would have to deal with even after the day was done…