10.01.2009

Chapter 4

As the stores on Boulevard C begin to open, the Masses began to teem rat like across its sidewalks and into its boutiques and apothecaries, dispensaries and emporiums. The masses, obese and ignorant needed satiation.

Behind thick plastic walls White Coated Pharmacists filled demands, slipping bottle after bag after vial of pill, lotions, tinctures and remedies into grasping hands of moaning come-down-withdrawal-addicts and nubile young post-human Forms. They needed their Breakfasts more than they needed their lovers. The pills were their lovers giving them the energy they needed to continue unabated and driving them to numbness that could only be pierced by the purchase of consumer goods piquing interests and pumping blood through veins weary of life and they had only just come to The City.

Women melded shoes to their feet in fetishistic body modifications as though reenacting Japanese body horror. Tokyo splatter-punk. Pins inserted laterally through their Jimmy Choos and Betsey Johnson's and vertically through the tops of their feet penetrating the soles of their Manolo Blahnick's like entomology pins affixing delicate butterflies to a board. Scalding sheets of molten lead and tin are sprayed, boiling flesh and cooking tender feminine meats. Smell of bacon and perfume, astringent metallic odours. The (a)scent of fashion. Fuck function.

Men gathered speed, smoked speed, popped pills, popped veins and then ran through the Parks, Through the barbed wire and spiked ditches and past dogs that gave chase to them tearing at calves and driving them to heart attacks and aneurysms until right at the point of death they plunged needles head long into hearts, into brains, that resuscitated them one last time (or not) and the rush gave them purpose and they stumbled spent from the parks into the arms of the Women that worshiped them in tin plated stumps and designer drug jackets and then they changed into Suits or Coveralls and dreamed of the next morning in which they could run once again through the park because in the park. They were all.

Equal.

It was 10 am.

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