reassembled hollywood disasters at their worst flipped into reality
as if we had needed that as if we had not known that life is fragile and tall buildings can collapse taking thousands to sudden death
what is the point?
to prove that one can bring disaster to the undefended?
to demonstrate that minds bent on destruction can succeed if they plan long enough?
what a waste of lives and minds... and more to follow most likely
does wordless violence solve anything?
the heartless deed the glamorous sacrifice that calls for more and more and more neurotic spirals of destruction, retaliation and revenge instead of global peace now looms spectral war born from self-righteous pride the need to strike out fast and hard against whoever fits intelligence-created data transferred to screens meticulously marked coolly oblivious of the people who work and procreate and live in those fluorescent blips
domesticated energy serves the omnipotent two millionaires’ sons turned public enemies upon whose final global showdown depends the fate of yet more women men and children to satisfy the need for a just universe where power flows undisturbed by laughter and the sounds of real people living in a real world
Written on September 13, 2001, in a very angry mood! Difficult to believe that this was 15 years ago....