Would I Survive a Nuke

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Star Wars: Identities

I love this purely for the sound. That awesome, frightening sound.

The raving derelict sometimes, continually shouting

and mumbling

and stuttering

about the end of the world and

his lot in life and

the low low prices at home depot.

Rebellion against commercialism,

though he hates all the hippies sitting on wall street right now.

We are the all American anti-everything,

taking a stand against whatever you can think of,

waving our flag and yelling

we are mad as hell and we don't know why.

But the mad is really just a cover

for the sad, and sad doesn't sell t-shirts.

The sad don't protest.

The sad don't make a scene.

They sit at home and

drink a beer and

watch tv with the sound off because

if they hear one more goddamn ad

about some new medication that

they absolutely need with

a million side effects they

will break down and cry.

That is what he feels, overwhelmingly sometimes,

coming from our damned human race.

Each age seems to have their emotion.

The 60's were angry.

Now we are just all blinded by sadness,

stumbling around

with our hands out and

our eyes shut and

our mouths wide open.

Waiting for someone else to shove food in.

Cursing the television for its stupidity,

while still blindly following its every word.

We don't trust or

believe or

love anymore

and those that do

feel guilty for it

because their private happiness

is something that is so rare.

So so rare.

The Day After Trinity (1980)