A dog is licking salt from the side of a disused rusty caldron.
1) Hubble bubble, toil and trouble become leisure activities, topsy-turvy labour now renewed as rest; a state-of-the-art harmony achieved by application to the first law of motion. A DO NOT DISTURB notice hangs on the doorknob of the poor room. A poverty of the stomach is not stomached any more.
2) Homeless exiles camp on the frontiers of identity, its liquid boundary formed by the river of death; a deep flow that has no crossing except by those who have taken up the cross.
3) The sweet sweat shops of Global cooperation collect their workers’ cloying perspiration in glass jars. The lids are sealed, labels applied and batches numbered as they’re stacked by dirt cheap peace rate workers.
4) Just wars are rarely about justice. Corporate desire becomes state intervention when the breasts run dry.
5) Neither a burrower nor a lender be, or the aftermath will crush you down. In the last war the underground was defeated in the tunnels of capital and now the managers are ruling.
6) Arms and art articulate an artificial arthropod in armour.
7) The property developers are now armed with neutron bombs, they prefer structural integrity to home ownership.
8) Tribal drums echo through our history, their drummers the ghosts of nationalism, now drifting dangerously through the warped space of divided territories.
9) The phantom of capital, a purple suited masked man, is fighting with drug barons and the mafia, but even he cannot prevent the invasion of the body snatchers.
10) World laws are based on property or rights. If one the possessor is protected, if the other civilization is conserved. Global codes reflect historical power and it is no surprise that Anglo-Saxon driven edicts ensure the Englishman’s home is enshrined in laws that house the rich and oust the poor. A democratic fascism of rights.
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