Come The Fall. . .

"Get familiar with Cannibalism."
- Hunter S Thompson

Tell the revolutionaries the Age of Sterility has passed; Man is born again. Though, not in the way Bushie envisioned it; half-eyed, baptized by a crass Christ. This man is part-Shaman, revealing in a smart drama the mass mind as a shield of glass behind the lapse of time. He strikes in the vein of Kierkegaard when he break this world apart with words of art. So bring on the bag pipes, what was a sad night has become a fiery morning! What purpose will this poet serve? Will he kow-tow to fragrant revolutionaries, unwise in sensitivity, or will he lend his life to an unknown human project, yet to be hatched? There is not enough time to bask in the sun; a great unmasking is to be done. Drag in the devil, half-dragon-half-unicorn, by his pursuing horns. This man doesn't stand above, after all, who is he to judge the newly scorn? If Revolution dawns, I will be truly torn, but let the future born be duly warned; award the State a feast and it becomes a greater beast. At first it is hid under the table; a dark horse kept in a stable; wrapped in myth by the few, to cast out doubt like the papal, changing His blunders into fable, making Him able to plunder without a label. But all legends fall into their grave, once Men finally take their brave first steps from Plato's wall in the cave. To call out is to be saved; To be silent means to stall as a slave. The Lord of the Lies, Armed with the Sword and the Spies, faced with defeat, tries to cause discord in the ties between men, with ways of deceit. And while Patriots blaze through the streets, Traitors escape in their sheets. Don't take this fatefully from me. Come This Fall. . . We'll all call our favorite priest in the nation's seat by his real name, the Naked Beast.

To be free or not to be free. Men come to this decision not in high panic, like the captains of the sea who sank in the Titanic, but after much deliberation, when not even their wives can stand it. When asked why, quietly answer: because our lives demand it.

"Autumn is always a time of Fear and Greed and Hoarding

for the winter coming on."

- Hunter S Thompson