Finally, the tip point.
Today feels different … there’s a breath of freedom in the air … a wholehearted beat of authenticity, a gentle calm amidst the apocalyptical frenzy that’s looming on the horizon scaring the shit out of everyone.
Bank windows. Gas pumps. Fast food joints. Box Stores. There’s not a single criminal corporation that is going to escape what’s coming. Nameless. Faceless.
Everywhere. A black marker in every pocket, a dark thought in every mind. I can see it spreading everywhere. First millions, then billions, then trillions of Blackspots. The future is not bright, but who needs that anyway. It’s time to stop treating it like a product you can buy and sell. My future is one of handwritten blackspots—treasure island style—jammed into the hands of every planet killing corporation in the world … and that makes me smile … makes me happy … makes me giddy for the end … and the real life on the other side.