secret motel

You can waste precious time trying to follow the bureaucrat's logic. Only to realize there is no logic. A labyrinth without exits. C'mon, baby, grab a shovel. Let's dig a mass grave for coercive tendencies. Outcast soldiers come home early. Alleyway handbills urge them to join our secret military. I sleep so well every night--after jacking off to visions of mushroom clouds blooming out of Beijing and Washington. Pharmaceutical executives necktied to trees and blowing in a radioactive wind.