Bright Future

I met the bedroom of the rising sun both sick as a dog and mad as a hatter. I lay cracked, bent, and broken from the rigors of this internal sickness. My bed hasn’t been made in a week but I have had better things to do. Important things like saving the world from attack from hostile conservative aliens from planet Sloth. How can one uphold the American Way and be trapped by the rigging of a made bed? We all seek to be whole but falter from the path.

The invaders from planet Sloth have giant hermetically sealed wallets swung from cast iron chains, thick as tanker anchors. A single swipe spills poor indigenous people to the tar mac and trembles the economy. High above the Earth, in towers closer to their home planet, they manipulate the lives of the common man.

I try to tell my classmates of the evil world we live in but they stuff me into recycling receptacles and talk of my sister’s image used on their fembots. Only one of them can have her at a time but they can all share her through the magic of high speed networks. Websites, like bodster.com, bit torrent images of girls next door from every door, here to Rosita. Bod cast streams of your favorite porno stars available 24/7. Strip Clubs have went the way of the Arcade and movie house.

Our way of life has not changed. We can not escape the Apocalypse.