VENTOLIN.

Wanna know why I haven't written any contrived, self loathing details about anything in a while?
It's because shit like that goes on probably every day in some countries.

Not just America.
And probably worse.

We were sickened by all these images of happy interrogators and female man haters but what got me the most is that behind closed doors, anything is possible.
Deals done, wars won.
All behind the iron curtains and glass ceilings,
they seal the deal over Campari and Vodka.

There was once a child so deprived he was sent to a place to live,
a dwelling, an abode, some digs he carried a shiv,
up all night and he'd sleep all day,
another naive victim to what they all say,
'cos the devil in a blue dress sometimes wears a red one,
and sometimes the beef you squashed, was never forgotten, son.

The forgotten son picked up his parcels and made for the door. There was only chance at redemption and the plot from Dogma suddenly made an appearance in his mindbox.
All lymphatic production was shutting down.
He needed that door to stay ajar, just to get the fuck out.

But he couldn't leave yet, the game needs him.
So just a few pointers here to leave you on.

PEOPLE, DYE YOUR HAIR, YOU MIGHT BECOME A DIFFERENT PERSON.

PEOPLE, DIE. YOU ARE NOT PEOPLE.

PERSECUTION IS THE TOOL OF THE OPPRESSOR, TO CAST A STONE MEANS MORE THAN JUST THROWING A BRICK AT A PADDY WAGON. RESISTANCE MIGHT BE FUTILE BUT IT'S ALL WE HAVE LEFT.

FREE MUMIA, EVEN THOUGH HE ADMITTED TO DOING IT.
HE'S DONE ENOUGH.

BUY SUNKIST.

AND CONSTABLE MONARCH IS OVER AND OUT.