They move in drones, single file like cattle to be butchered.
I followed them, these people on the street, walking in slow
motion toward movie theater.
Each one with their blank stare,
feeble minded, awaiting their next command by a higher control.
Feelings are harvested as well as thoughts and ground into pillars of
salt to be carried by the wind into the next void.
At the ticket booth, no tickets are purchased. You show them your
wrist and they tag you with irrelevant numbers. You are given a
special pair of glasses by the usher. The lens on the glasses are
blacked out, but no matter. You step onto a conveyer belt and taken
to your seat, where you are strapped in.
Mere minutes late, the film starts.
The scenes move so quickly, your not sure what your seeing. The dark
glasses reflect smaller scenes inside the ones that are already taken
in by your brainwaves.
The music is pulsating, your heart throbs, your ears deafen into a
single white noise. Then you really start to focus.
A woman kisses a man. Then begins eating the man's head, regurgitates
him into several smaller beings that soon drill tiny holes into her
bruised face. A white cloud rolls by, and a booming voice tells you
the laws that humans are really suppose to abide by.
Seen, not heard.
I start to panic. Scream, curse. Kick the seat in front of me. Try as
hard as I can to set myself free.
The Ushers appear. Three of them with large talon hands grip my arms
and drag me out of the theater to a brightly lit room. they place me
on a cold steel table and remove my retinas. They replace them with
an orange liquid that gels up in my eyes.
When I'm released, I see everything in a much brighter and happier
episodes of television.
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