Dictatorship – Daily Object Writing – Sept 12
Sep 11th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingHidden away in these unspoken worlds lay the blood and guts of any who dared oppose or speak out about the ‘leader’, their names daubed in their own blood on chipped fading walls where there own wastes from a week of torture stank in the corner and they had to eat them as part of their rehabilitation. Tortured to the point of breaking, their own teeth made to slide down rough edges of a blackboard, their own internal emergency vehicle sirens raging at full pelt. All the while forced to imbibe the haleotosical dog breath dogma of the great man – their minds being reworked to ’see’ things correctly.
No disorder in this society, none allowed. The streets paved with the feet of willing soldiers in thick set army boots and standard issue camouflage uniforms. The voice of authority ready to bark from the end of a submachine gun. The rule of authority ready to be dished out with a black pudding batton. Beaten into submission, trampled. But underground, rivers of anarchy against the state still flow…..
