samanfaustian

Spotlight fades in on a world covered in cigarette butts. A land where puddles are filled with the vile illusion of rainbows but really seem to be pools of pollution. The sounds that fill the air are siren wails and screaming children. Visuals in every corner, crack and crevass. Homeless urchins moving from container to container searching out maggotless bread, while a few hundred yards away the hep kids play their tortured music. Tortured music derived from a child who has the world teetering on top of a trust fund and the worst pain he has ever indured is a broken arm from playing with his new superpowered four wheel toy when he was ten. He is applauded for his torture as the urchin chokes down stale bread with some of our polluted pool if he's lucky. Tortured. The streets are filled with buildings and houses. One with an old chrysler that is sitting on barren rims and rusted body. Another with a new fancy Mini Cooper hip and cool and labeled to match. About as much character as its owner. This is downtown baby, this is where the fun begins. And the light pans to a girl sitting sipping coffee and staring at Mr. Tortured soul, getting ready to show him what 8 months of built up love can do. Waiting to show him what torture really is when she drags him down into her pit of confusion and self despair. She'll show him torture for sure when she takes him to the top of the highest mountain, just to drag him back down the other side and rip him apart with all of it's jagged edges. When he hits bottom she'll rip out his still beating heart and eat it like filet mignon and all of the money in the world wont save him from that. But it wont matter because by then the trust fund is dry and he'll be lucky if an urchin will give him a piece of moldy maggot bread. He'll be lucky if his ass isn't being sold uptown instead to waiting rich old homosexual men who have unsatisfied wives at home. She has all of this waiting for him between leather boots and cotton panties. Yeah this is the city baby, this is love. The light pans to a smiling urchin with one tooth, he finds a cup of coffee with a picture of Jesus on the side. It's still warm. The spotlight fades to black.