“I know, i know, but no one gets it Lily. Everyone is too focused on getting their hands on the some of the devil’s sweet, sweet honey.” He rises and steps towards the window. Lighting a cigarette and gazing out at nothing in particular he lets out once more. “It’s like they can’t hear me over the roar of materialistically implanted thoughts played louder than regular programming like t.v. ads. They just care about where their next buck is gonna come from, or their new car, or whatever the fuck. That’s why we are living in cages girl.” He takes a drag and blows a mushroom cloud out the window. “You better believe it baby. If you don’t like your cage, i don’t know what to tell you, the dollar ain’t worth shit nowadays.” He reaches into his pocket for the reason Lily has been listening so tentatively. That was her way, just like the rest of them, only out to get the cheese. “Hey, settle down you dirty whore! You’ll get your fix.” In this case it was a carrot. He holds the baby carrot in between the bars and she snatches it from his grasp ferociously. “There ya go girl. That’s good. Ya know if carrots were the world’s currency, don’t think for a second id be feeding them to you bitch. I would be hoarding them away and saving em until you are skin and bones so i can buy a bunch of stuff and booze and women. That’s how the world is girl.” He plops back down on the couch and picks up his pen again. Lily lets out a rebellious squeak.
Facts & Fascism 