Coke

Sometimes life loses you. in the midst of having to figure out our ways, directions fade and only spasms of conscience remain. Supposedly a self-reliant person, now the only choice is to walk straight into nowhere. Street signs take on a condescending appearance when the way to go is not yet decided. Positive and negative mirror each other in an irritating palindrome. Noticing incipient blisters on the heels of their feet seems hardly the point nowadays. Now you see, here comes the problem. They were never meant to be introduced even less be seen or known. I believe that was the whole point of creating a faceless society. It's not like they're that important anyway. All they do is walk. We live on the elongate line of I, also pronounced ee-ay, yee-ay because it's well known that things can never be simple in sophisticated environments. Resolvedly, there's not much to do except walk back and forth. When the asters shot down the line it became little more than a chthonic dwelling but slowly the pencil sketches were fixed and life went back to its dull melancholy. The effulgence of communal intelligence does appeal to me at time but mostly, I just wish to rub them all out. Solitary ones aren't welcome. Were they ever? When drops go down, this place takes on a tenebrous appearance. The nescience of inhabitants never ceases to unsettle thoughts of hope. Uprisings have long been forgotten and not about to be resurrected . Too much knowledge has been said to stunt development, well, that's just another one of those obscenities passed in seriatim since god knows when. The worse though, is the clothing. If covered nudity was a thing, then such would be the term to refer to the unforgiving regalia pen-stitched from the exiguity of cloth provided. Now it doesn't really matter who provides. Either way its there, do with or don't.