everything will be alright...

[grauwulf]

thats what they say isn't it? don't worry, every thing is going to be fine. it will all work out for the best. George W. calls back with fathers words, silting the fear over the land: read my apocolypse, no former freedoms. the wind wispers sweet chemical nothings in our ears and burns our eyes. Gia is on life support; terminal, it would seem she has a nasty case of humans that's attacking her vitals. Mankind is gaining weight and losing self, one preprocessed McThought at a time. This is what we've become is it? This is all that is left of the race that produced renoir and waterhouse? Are we the same species that gave life to the flute and the cello? I wonder what deep stringed instrument will sing out our epitath, what will it be crying out in the night for our loss. Will there be a single tear? or will our final song be the sound of prozac bottle tops popping. shhhhhhhh, don't worry honey every thing is going to be alright, every thing is going to be okay, just pay your bills and go to sleep. it will all be better in the morning.