OUR NEW EMPIRE

Chain smoking cigarettes in a service station carpark I fantasise about the fall of this Empire, and the rise of something new.

Is there not a land unconquered I can take my people to?

The era of conquest is over, so I find myself praying that the ice caps will melt to reveal virgin lands. Because in this country full of public servants, I seek vengeance and glory.

Or maybe I’ll just sit back a while, because the communists will invariably eat themselves alive. Then I’ll walk right through their gates and take their lands unopposed.

It’s guaranteed my life will end, but will I die on my knees or my feet?

In this modern age everybody’s an oppressed moron or depressed on pills and I can’t take this fluorescent light much longer.

One taste of freedom is all it takes to look insane to the average person. And I’ve had more than one.

How many days have you wasted living uninspired?

How many dreams did you have?

Why won’t you let your imagination run wild anymore?

The world looks different when seen through depressed eyes.

And the world looks different when you act different to how they told you to when you were in school because back then all they wanted you to do was follow orders.

I can't do that.

At dawn I sit desperately creating my future in a black back-lit cold room like my life depends on it.

At dawn you sleep nursing your hangover.

You doublespeak-leeches collapsed the Old World with your fear of the future and underhanded lies, turned our Empire into a sugar-induced serfdom.

So here I am I’m sitting in this car park with cigarettes and a vision for the new world. Where conquerors are heroes and security is slavery.

Will you join me?

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