Urbanoscope

"I turn the radio on, another annoying deejay playing the same old songs irritates me. I flip through my television, two hundred and thirty something channels and I still think there is nothing to watch. Expensive cars that we can't afford and bigger egoes to go with them overflow the city. Culture is now, to me, nothing more than a bad coreographed ballet and exagerated abstract art hanging down from a loft's ceiling. The green is replaced by neon lights and the blue sky is covered with brick clouds. There is a spa that claims to bring your stressed soul to your natural self... in a basement downtown?

My clock tics faster than what it used to. I feel it's running away from my screaming nerves. Time goes by and I'm still standing here waiting for the rain to soak my anger away. But it's still dry in here. It's so arid that my chest has cracked open and my heart spilled out. Now somebody please come and rescue me while it's still pumping, and later... later, I will decide if I want to live like this or not..."