Louis Lingg and the Bombs

À propos

Acid rain is stinging your eyes as you marvel at the crumbling city walls around you. It's the end of the world and the last cop wants to beat you to death for planting the last flower without a permit. Tear gas makes you claw at your face as you gasp at the beauty of the sunset. Red upon red upon red. "Must be all the pollution", you laugh, before you lose consciousness for the last time... You feel hopeless. You feel the glitches accumulate in your brain. You feel the persistant push of wi-fi signals and bluetooth radiation pushing through your defences. Nothing feels real anymore, and you scream as alternative facts are pummelled through your eyelids through pervasive media propagation networks. Roots spreading through your immune system. Alienated white noise and cries for help fill the landscape around you. You clench your fist. The love you feel is real. No one can take that from you or reduce it in anyway. Love is the first step towards resistance.