The synchronicity machine sputters on in his brain and he's a lion of the scions of Generation Rx, purring at the metacogue cogs and clawing playfully at the rope leading to the Otherside. 1
He's molting the skin of his Jungian shadow while the Freud Droids spittle spattle. 2
Away from this neon-lit alco-hole he escapes in quantum reveries and journies to the ubermensch computer of akashic. 3
The people here inject themselves with the TV IV and numb themselves to politician's gilded words. Their drug is normality and the rocks of bias that they snort into their psyches. 4
This is the new dark age. 5
Author notes
Basically just writing about my own alienated feelings and need to escape how degraded our society is in some ways.
A contest entry
- Drabbles by tallblondie.
500 points, ended August 23, 2008, 34 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Great vocabulary!! i loved it. Great job, it's quite deep. I really like it =DD congrats on your shiny gold trophy =DD
-Dani -
This has got a bit of rhythm to it, I almost could see myself in a beatnik club listening to it. I wasn't quite sure what you were talking about until the last two paragraphs, that's not too bad right? Good bit of drabble!
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its nothing else than the pure truth, the society each day goes even worse.. .thx for the apportation and keep up the good work like this
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Quite a powerful piece with great vocabulary choices, an abstract feel and atmosphere. Thank you for your entry and good luck!
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