WALKING ON THIN ICE

Oaxacan political graffiti - foto by smith

welcome on in.

“Every morning I look into the mirror of morning, and I see the monster.” - Francisco

every morning i read the news and see the monster’s track, spoor, detritus, jetsam, flotsam. we’re all monkeys on somebody’s back. we live in Niche Now here in Concrete Castle, roil in expectation of reciprocation, adjudication of expectation, where less is less and more merely a mockery sent to deceive into belief.

we’re smoothed off in the u.s., our edges softened, which is a shame because american$ used to be all about edge. we lost our edge in the 50s. lost our will in the 70s. lost our way in the 90s. officially became mass-murdering thieving war criminals in 2003, though played with it via the iraqi genocide and child murder-mutilations under the fists of bill and hillary clinton’s theft-in-office during the 1990s.

welcome on in, the blood’s fine on Skid Road down here on Road Kill Lane.

Oaxacan political graffiti - foto by smith