Sluts In Paradise

    I am washed away down a lime green cybernetic river. All the little arbitrators float down the canal into the sewer where we will all wait to be cleansed of our wills. I wait for fate as it closes in. The arbitrators laugh and tell us all the correct terms to use for everything. I watch the sun set. Those in the camera chambers are untouchable now. I didn't want to say the wrong thing or do any thing. Everything is on camera now. The people on the treadmills are called "Energy Philanthropists" and power the cities now and the people in the towers feed on their energy. My friends told me to give up Psychic Energy Transmissions Training and become an "Energy Philanthropist" on a green treadmill. I didn't listen. I felt a cold cybernetic hand on my back last night.

 Words and images copyright Charlie McComber 2013