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#16 the doom scroll

The Doom Scroll.

Hint, this is SUPPOSED to sound a bit flimsy and inconceivable here and there, because the asshats who are currently SELLING US THIS REALITY, WANT IT  to sound flimsy and inconceivable!!

Imagine for a moment, that Keroac had lived during Orwells 1984, and the cross country beats had all taken much bleaker paths into those orbits and elipses round such planets as had been dead worlds, premature of the civilizations which would have begotten ours, and the nearly strangulated atmospheres had gasped once more, as the numbers, of the humans, dwindled down into the thousands, hundreds, tens, and then there was a pair, of pairs, but none of them was aware of the others, until one night, one saved the other, from decrepit loneliness and isolation, and they laughed long into the night, together, wondering if they were the only ones left, but too concerned with their immediate surroundings to really do anything but prepare for each nights darkness, and the coming chill of winter, with only animal sounds accompanying them, the crackle of the hearth and the smell of the things cooking over it, they each quietly longed for the other, merely observing some semblance of manner or, something, maybe they just, didn't want their inner animals to get too out of control, too soon or, just why but, then, after theyd eaten that night away, as the moments ate each of their very skins away, the urges leapt upon them both as they devoured each of their impulses from the very first spark to each of their last explosions, and finally, they blushed and laughed together afterwards as they'd always been meant to, the next morning, the other pair found them, and envious of their obvious state of delirium and euphoria, they began snobbing the blissful pair, into a scoffing contest, and they laughed even harder, at the jealous two but, they didn't want to ask them anything, about how they got there, to that place together, well figure it out, she told the man, and the envious pair departed.
A year later there were more beings, and more still arrived at the place of the blissful pair, and the envious two had no idea how they'd gotten along without them, they'd never even gotten names, but they were too busy, I'll suppose, with being envious, of their counterparts, and or their affairs.
The merest speculation at an often wondered question thought the blissful couples jest about the withered peoples woe, an intricate decision from an intermittent reason spat an effervescent freedom to an antiquated yes, but vexing both the revellers and the fearful from on high, became the next thing that they'd fix upon, their rudimented sky, the atmosphere had darkened still, the soot was as a mire, with sodden creatures living in its aggregated shire, a curtain carbon layered with a fallout speckled frost, had rotted every tooth and hair, from out the human cost, and still a few had trundled on, in loneliness or lost, but never had they stopped to skew the fare or count the cost,
A mutagenic adversary came then into view, a giant, then a glowering one, at each and every view, we looked around it was too late, there were too many there, but slow they were so on we stole, cos freedom wasn't there, we ran into the night for hours, panting all the while, while wondering if wed left behind the ghoul whod wanted ours, we ran and climbed a tree until, the branches grew too thin, we stopped and huddled still and then, the morning broke again.
And on that morning, an intercom in each of their heads whispered, in their tinny mechanical voices, how each of their living timelines, had actually been irradiated chemtrails, supplanted by the emotions of an unknown dictator (or CEO), that nobody ever saw, or knew anything about, that anyone who wondered about, would shortly thereafter begin, on their own unwitting journey, to the fertilizer corps. to be fed, to some newer, more willing and servile, participant(s)