Thursday, April 22, 2010

Death of a Parasite

Electrical signals buzz around the room like insects waiting patiently to draw blood. Newly explored components offer brighter colors to remind humanity of past nature. Shifting its weight, civilization totters on the brink of destruction as it looks for greener grasses amongst a yard of concrete and steel. Treading lightly towards downtown, each step closer to the end of an era. Traffic jams run amok and an old man is dying in front of a prize winning beverage company. Bloody vomit blends into the logo as a smoking pyre of metal asphyxiates on its own waste.