Excerpt 1

It was the time of times in the last great season before the end. It was the era of fast raging insomnia and acts of open aggression against everything know and unseen. They were the events of CNN played out in every doctor’s office and barber shop in every corner of the world to spit-shop junk traders and stock brokers and bartenders. It was the period of impending doom with bombs and brigades and orange glowing hunters waiting in every corner of the world for blood drenched hands that could be offered up to thir shallow hallucination of the god-head. It was the age of corporate pollution inside the age of reform and antireform and drowning and suicide and out of work fathers immersing themselves in wall street journal reports cleaning their knives of the blood of their children. It was sick with selfish brooding attitudes of Alaska pipeline drilling and “a snow owl for everyone” campaigns gripping the weekend throat of common sense and choking it half paralyzed with forced hysteria. It was the age of shit and trash and dross rubbish dancing in the guise of art and living and beauty and happiness. It was the last great age of greed. It was pinned up, bow-tied, painted, framed, sold, resold, given away, auctioned, stoned, thrown, burned, and then revived as the lost whatever of post industrial complex. It was the burn on your finger that kept getting worse but had no origin. It was what happened in the dark recesses of the hard pounding passed out times that can’t be reclaimed. It was the same three chords strummed into boredom. The death of rebellion and the wicked birth of jigsaw arranged baby drool in a cool pink covered plastic price tagged sack. It was the very last blow integrity could stand

It was not that these uneasy times varied drastically from the ones that came before, they were simply forced to dangle a little further over the edge. They were sent in the labyrinth unarmed before the beast with the rotting thread of a golden era long gone by to guide in circle around the dark. They spawned the worst and the best incarnation of madness and savagery. Lock-key kids with radiation TV eyes and cell phone tumors. Two ton babies and the feather weight starving middle class anorexic magazine addicts. The villainous, the vicious, and the super-sized.