Politics

"All I know is: we are approaching the end times."

Those curtains prove to be surprisingly sturdy... Your fist hurts now.

"Open up or I'm gonna breach this motherfucker!" (Kick the door.)

"It's for loons who have no idea how economy works."

"You know, the ones who support the working class against Capital."

"It's a symbol for contributing to the demise of our noble state in the name of some made-up world of 'equality'."

"No one is coming. There will be nothing but squalor unless we start killing real estate agents."

"It's an ideology. It has some noble aims, but it's also been used to justify terrible bloodshed."

"Lax women and sexual deviants. That's who'll come." (Spit.)

"Yes. Some highly technological wizards are going to save this place. It'll be an visionary innovation utopia."

"Yes. Radiocomputer wizards are coming. They're gonna save the place -- and the economy."

"I'm sure everything will be fine. This apartment building needs slow change. Imperceptibly slow."

But what if I am just a fuckupatoo -- a fuck-up and a cockatoo?!

The grey and common bang-bang, that's me.

Isn't that obvious?! Major Majestic, here I come!

Only the funeral cockatoo in its darkness can truly grasp the depths of my doom-laden soul.

"Let's go, officer." The lieutenant closes his notes. "These people wouldn't know a good performance if it bit them in the ass."

The lieutenant doesn't say anything, but gives you a quick smile, before turning away.