[NYCSPITZ]

using The Prestige and Inception quotes:


He sees the news like some kind of bad magic trick
an analysis for the weak - he can't fathom it
so he exposes government pawns through dissent with a deft smile
he's even got globalization figured out with the best now
just some minor kinks to work out re: fourth dimensional reptiles.
David Icke on blast, googling independent media news
mind a vehemnt storm, fuming at all the little people abused
he chuckles at chussodovsky's article with its comic subtle attacks
it's clear to him now- next week is the fucking economic global collapse!
those haughty bankers have it all mapped out with a pencil
in enlightened ill humor, he starts to scramble and pack his essentials
Flashlight? Check. A few tools? Check. Portable Machiavelli, Engels and Marx
the sheep blissfully unaware in the streets below unsettles his heart
on his David Thoreau grind - this disappearing shit's a delicate art.
He e-mails hacker Bob who lives on one sixty fourth in the Heights
and titles his message:
"WARNING, RULING ELITE CABAL'S SHITSTEM PLOT UNCOVERED...
...leaving 2nite."
escape from all the corporate apparatchiks damned to their fate
there's only one thing left now - to plan his escape.
sneaking into the freedom forum at St. Mark's,
he gets under two cams and uses a crowbar to smash and unwire them
goes to the back, steals the manager's disaster survival kit,
and leaves a note for their disinfo addled minds on a post-it;
"come find me bitch."
Feeling mixed emotions..simultaneously godly and very scared
a new camera by the door - these fucking illuminati are everywhere...
he drives his van upstate and parks it at a pit stop
stealing boxes of beef jerkey as the mobile station's clock goes tick-tock
and leaving his vehicle parked, searches his mind for the cave he found then...
the station attendant jerks awake to his i-pod and its loud din -
seeing the woods outside, he wonders -
why is nobody in the station, that empty van or the lot that's around them?



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