american_saint werewolf the street was blocked off, walking down it felt apocalyptic. You could see a smashed car parked to the side of the street these days and it wouldn't phase you. It was just something that happened, someone had some things to do. Even if it happened to you, you read your own headline disinterested - you were trapped in it - but you knew people would skip it for the weather, sport, personals. You'd want to as well. But there you'd be - installation art on the freeway. Someways we were more practical now though, but others not. Used to be you'd see people thinking, oh a smashed car, let's clean this. now, knowing rubber necking is inevitable, it wouldn't surprise me if advertising was rented out at the scene of an accident (this accident brought to you by...) Passing interest could be cashed in on. So long as they didn't slow down the race to the mall to help anyone. Ideal, American strategies, not like communist savageries, or religious starvations. Healthy, corpulent, beyond greedy, selfless sacrifice of yourself to the callousness of consumerism for the economy, for the flag. by drowning myself in chemicals, remixes of the same old song, flavored fat and death - you were saving the world...and at great cost to yourself. this was the american sainthood. canonized when you get that platinum card. 040421 what's it to you? who go blather from