We Are The Children of No Known Culture - Lindsay Barrett - Bog

Alive in the hive to the sound of drills. The screeching scrat drones of pop scratching at the paving stones from a house window across the way and a passing car on course for a collision. This sweltering city is a little Chicago. Why, just this month, in commemoration of Julius Caesar, thirty-three people were discovered gunned-down on the steaming streets. Crack gangs invading territories, posses disputing space...Beware! If you are thinking right now of going out for a casual walk start taking to wearing a flak jacket. Better still stay indoors with Dis. Smoke some blow. Drink some red wine, have a good time. Talk and chalk. Go visit chat rooms and discover answers to those lingering questions that pose themselves late at night around about the moment you are falling into sleep...Like how could ten thousand experienced Persian soldiers disappear without a trace in the Sahara Desert?...