Where Stars go to Die

Claire wanted it all; she wanted to keep her soul dancing with the counter-culture while selling millions with the corporations’ rubber stamp. She just didn’t realize, she can’t have them both; the establishment will take your soul, if not all at once, then piece by piece, compromise by compromise, until years later, you regretfully wake up, an empty shell of what you once where; all the strikingly, spectacular things that made you unique, Big Entertainment just packaged, mass-produced, and then sold for cost. So Claire, my love, no, you cannot have them both.

This is a rough draft version of "Where Stars go to Die" By: Michael T. Coe