Release Date

Pretty close to getting out of this fortress, so much time has past can no longer retain any real measurement of time. Life freezes when all options have been removed, while grasping on to a shallow anticipation that I may resuface from an extended period of hibernation. Been shuffled through a web of holding compartments, no explanations or information of when this journey amongst the casade of three dimensional cubic tiles will come to an end. Flesh beasts surround me on each side, my steps feel heavy, yet unstable as if gravity has started to fluctuate intensity, walking on gelatinous mass surface, one foot falls into the floor another bounces the other foot toward the ceiling. Lost little Alice in Wonderland, escape hyper spell stretch, mind now new age sewer, guru for the plastic creatures dining on silicon wafers and liquid nitrogen chalices, feeds post god nectar for the new era of popularity queen and digital king.

Haven't had many problems with the other inmates till today, got thrown in a cell with a couple of teenagers and someone about my age. At first, the two youth began to size me up, which was a bit of grounds for concern, so damn close to finally getting out of this holding pen and now these arrogant, intense, and ultraviolent mutants wanted to bait me into a fight. One of the baton wielding goons who brought me into this limbo void mumbled something about being let free. Great, we are all of the same cause, except for one skinny white trash piece of shit who spent he free time scoring meth in dark lab rats of the mind. The sleepless caustic endangered scared animal trapped in a corner look was stretched over his face taut like a snare drum wound up to the point of tearing in two. My first instinct when someone wants to stare down is get right in their face, call them out, and see what the problem might be, yet this kid has spent the past hour whining about how once he is free from our current labor camp, authorities from a business corporation have bought the rights to his freedom in exchange a service contract extending any number of years, where he shall play the puppet to the whims of others more sadistic than himself.

People in this position, obtained by the system, become nothing more than meanacing news reels used to instill fear in the general public who do want to deal with any sort of hard customers that may be inclined by some genetic or environment stimlus to go on a killing spree in anytown America. Happens all the time, a gear turns, a belief is internalized, while the medics, fire department, and police arrive to clean up the mess. None of this does anything to quell my current decision to either fight or leave it alone. Luckily, there happens to be another person in with us who is more upbeat, optimistic, and excited as myself to get the hell out of here. The second youth, a real tall, wide, and aloof type lumbers back to one of the few wooden benches in the room, neither concerned or captivated with my arrival. This diffuses some of the tension, but by now I can't look at him, he knows the deal, bait me to brawl, then in come the meatheads to kick the shit out us, then toss me back into confinement for another month, who wants that, I only seek to walk the damn streets a free man again and figure out how to get back on my feet.

Just shut out this small quarter with walls littered in third grade scrawl gang affiliations, tags, and the arbitary expletive, a few people must have spent quite a stretch in this room as most of the painted floor had been scratched away possibly by fingernail, but after asking the older cool captive how the letters were created; he rather casually broke off a small piece of concrete from an existing crumbling pillar then used the rock to carve away the layers of flat grey paint from the floor. No one wants to our talk about our release dates especially now that the one kid has played his hand; he has nothing to lose except a commitment to an invisible entity who shows no sympathy, tolerance, or love, but rations out enough sustanance to keep him alive like welfare children, cashing in on their existence, yet offering no help to pull themselves away of their reckless, impulsive, and often fatal decisions. Things are quiet for a while, as the older inmate pleades for someone to rescue him from this detention, still no one arrives for him, soon enough I am dragged out by my heels with the tall quiet kid, just the luck of the draw. We are cut loose, back into the streets of the world, I give quiet kid five bucks for a pack of smokes and he disappears back into the chaos that delivered here in the first place.