The Walking Dead Is NOW. We're All Infected And Surrounded By Many More Than Seven Devils.

Regards a recently received inspiring email from an apparent sensible-shoe-wearing lefty... She Said "I found your blog and Twitter account. Please don't contact me again". What higher praise! Shall happily comply m'dear, especially if I can remember who you are.

Which massively sourced empirical facts I've posted that so offended her and she clearly disagreed with, she didn't say - Yep, I get that you're clearly not supportive of my views at all, so logically I can put you down as a Jew-hating Hamass, communist gulags and Occupy rapist supporter etc, then? Hey, I was shocked! Shocked that so many of the apparently left infected since birth, gay n' carefree youth [I'm takin' a wild guess here] - so tediously sodden with identity politics and the tyranny of group rights over individual freedom, could be so er, intolerant, shallow, incurious, unread, conformist, dull and charmless. Who knew? Not me, fella. Hey, the left do so always love the proven criminal and prefer the fantasy over the objectively good  and facts. But I digress.

Hey, the 'Colonel Neville Always Dresses For Dinner' blog is er, 'officially' over and out, never to return. Yep, big deal. But nonetheless, first an outstanding Walking Dead fan video featuring Radioactive by Imagined Dragons. Play this LOUD. Are you even listening? I said LOUD! [Lyrics down the page a little.]

Another piece of cathartic talent. A Walking Dead fan video featuring 'Seven Devils' by Florence and the Machine. Play this even LOUDER. Kinda says it all really or something.

Now if one reads the lyrics further down, and [instead of the likely pathetic, entirely risk-free standard dreary pop attack on Christianity it perhaps is] said lyrics actually read much like any typical list of carried-out threats that Islamic Jihad hopped-up Muslims make to Christians, Jews, Kaffirs, Infidels, Hindus, Buddhists, Taoists, Animists etc, etc, etc and other Muslims - oh, 24/7 for about the last 1400 years and er, counting...]

N' funny how those who say they care soooooo much about Muslims don't care to notice in the slightest, that Islam firstly invades to make by force more Muslims and then enslaves, oppresses, brainwashes, mutilates and murders millions of wait for it, Muslims - and has for over 1400 years. In fact Sharia jihad Muslims have murdered around 10 million Muslims since 1948. It's what Islam Sharia ALWAYS does, in fact this is all the replicating virus of the Islam meme does - created as it was by one insane man called Mohammad.

But I digress. Human beings are created in the image of God and thus sacred, while many choose to be devils or are raised as such in a world filled with wolves. Nonetheless one must guide and be able to see the good in the young and alive unless it's not there, then one must be able to see the bad. No, really.

Hey, as I said in the previous post, this is the end of this blog. Mebbe with luck the next time you see me will likely be in swingin' videos, some actin' there about's n' even music and writing too. One never knows especially if you make your own luck. Until then over and out my liberty loving patriot friends and Sempre Fi.

Talking of laughs, the three main things that always aim to control, enslave and kill you are an ever bigger, and more corrupt usurping government, control-freak mob-mind ideological movements and opportunistic, morally void criminals. The first legislate and the second indoctrinate you to enable your own incremental suicide, while both create ever more perfect opportunity for the violent and murderous to take the thus emasculated you and your unarmed family and friends, and all you value, down. That's if the first two things don't get you first.

Right now and all over the world, the evil are doing whatever they want to, to the defenseless. What are you going to do when they come for you and your own? And they will come, whether you do as they want or not. If one doesn't seriously take those who usurp, indoctrinate, intimidate and murder our children, then you are not only not paying attention, stupid and doomed, but clueless of what liberty is and thus unworthy of it. Tell me about it. Ah, I have my sharpened trench shovel visions of righteous wrath and more to keep us warm.

PS. Keep your best eye out for the mindless, murderous hordes of zombie walkers n' biters. They can turn up damn anywhere and everywhere now...and in many forms. All in all, I wish I was on a shady farmhouse porch in the rolling hills of Georgia, drinking iced coffee with friends and admiring at leisure the lovely rural view, the soft cool breeze and our massive wall of guns. Oh, and books. No, really. Colonel Neville.

The Walking Dead Soundtrack.





Mucho more Walking Dead themes and songs.





'Serpents' by Sharon Van Etten and below is a groovy studio take...








Oats In The Water by Ben Howard.

Beast.

Feel Alive. AKA 'To Build A Home'.

“To Build A Home by THE CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust........

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me......

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...”

Spacejunk.

The Last Pale Light In The West by Ben Nichols.

A Country Boy Can Survive by Hank Williams Jnr.

Radioactive' by Imagined Dragons.

"I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive

I raise my flags, don my clothes
It's a revolution, I suppose
We'll paint it red to fit right in
Whoa

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa

All systems go, the sun hasn't diedDeep in my bones, straight from inside." Etc.



'Seven Devils' by Florence and the Machine.

"Holy water cannot help you down 
Hours and armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crowd
See I have to burn
Your kingdom down

Holy water cannot help you now
See I've had to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done

And now all your love will be exorcised
And we will find you saying it's to be better now
And it's an even sum
It's a melody
It's a battle cry
It's a symphony

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done

Before the day is done

They can keep me high
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And I take your soul
And what have we done?
Can I be undone?
In the evil heart
In the evil soul

Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done."


'The Last Pale Light In The West' by Ben Nichols.

"In my hands I hold the ashes
In my veins black pitch runs
In my chest the fire catches
In my way a setting sun

Dark clouds gather round me
To the West my soul is bound
But I will go on ahead free
There is a light yet to be found 

And I ask for no redemption
In this cold and barren place
Still I see a faint reflection
And so by it guide my way." 

As on 9/11, there is no government when it comes to terrorism. They ignore, lie, cover, host, support, hire, run, bow and reach out to terrorists.

The great, empirical and free Mike Savage on why we must get armed. You cannot rely on the government to protect you. There is no government when it comes to terrorism. Terrorism can be anywhere, everywhere and at anytime.



Now dig this, hepcats. Here's our own er, Australian alleged security leaders in all their incompetent, lying PC inglorious dishonour and dhimmitude. The National Security Hotline people are objectively boobs and their site is junk, and we are therefore logically doomed. Imagine an alleged government security agency that helps our enemy hide in plain sight, by refusing to even name them, and makes calling them by their true name an illegal act? Imagine no longer.

Mike Savage on Obama’s Attorney General Eric Holder, calls Americans “racists" and “cowards.” As you do if you’re part of Obama’s Marxist bigot and racist administration. “"Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and I believe continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards," Holder said.” And how in the US, blacks can get free suport for their education and whites don’t. No really. That's identity politics, along with abortion and welfare, the three main pillars of Marxist sodden left liberalism a la Democrats.

“Here's an interesting tidbit guys and gals: In the last election..."Murder rate in counties that voted Democratic: 13.2 per 100,000 people Republican: 2.1 per 100,000 people."

Ilgeneralisimo.




Mike on the marines and the Barbary Muslim pirates.




A Savage history lesson on Islamofascism Pt 1.




Mike Savage on why vets suicide. Vets have a lower percentage of suicide and crime than the general populace. Maybe because they're real men and women. Could be.




Mike rams home some facts on FDR and history on a whining boob.




Mike explains FDR to a weak liberal chic to no avail.




Mike on Obama the revolutionary neo-Marxist/Fabian socialist, Stalin, Mussolini and Nazi geeks. Pt 1 of 2.




Mike t-bones a libtard on socialism.




Mike crushes the kind of irrational low IQ uneducated morons who think socialism is a great idea.

Comment: I'm a Conservative and I drive a 1992 Dodge Shadow, are you gonna take that away from me Brian so some gang-banging, purse snatching, walking AIDS epidemic doesn't have to walk to the crack house and the liquor store--don't fucking think so my friend. Ilgeneralisimo.

Mike Savage update Pt 1 of 4 on La Raza[the race] Mexican pro-terrorist racist group and its VIP member Sotomayor. A disabled vet and pharmacist stops black armed robbers who attempted an armed robbery on him while menacing two women in the store.




Mike Savage talks to the great Walid Shoebat.




Mike on the Fairness Doctrine defeat. AKA left liberal Democrat control freakery.




Mike on guns and Obama shadow puppets.




Mike Savage talks straight and angry about Jihadist Muslims. What is the other kind? Thinks...




Mike on bomb Iran and cut off the tentacles.

The Disarmed are Free Only in Their Deaths Often At The Hands of Those Who are Armed.

“Among the many misdeeds of the British rule in India, history will look upon the act of depriving a whole nation of arms as the blackest”. M.K. Ghandi.

The funeral of the truly wonderful Holtzbergs. The hideous nihilist lies and "filth" of Islam as Christopher Hitchens has rightly called it, and the Israel and Jew-hating left who despise the economic liberty and prosperity of free -market capitalism, continue to destroy the beautiful truths of the innovative and productive world. Horrible things like Socialist Marxist leftism lie as a default, naturally eager to take away our right to be a able to defend ourselves effectively with wait for it, guns. Then hey presto! Muslims who follow wait for it, Islam, can murder us all. Thus the perfect fascist and totalitarian bedfellows beds are made. Below is Moshe Holtzberg at his parents funeral.



Mission of Love Part 1.



Part 2.




The following is an excerpt from zimbio.com titled "Rabbi not killed". Yep, he and his wife and son and many others were targeted for being Jewish, then they were tortured beyond belief and MURDERED by gee, MUSLIM TERRORISTS. [Or targeted for being Hindu, Christian, Buddhist or not Muslim enough, the wrong kind of Muslim, another Muslim or just targeted say, for being a Taoist Laplander for all we know. Muslims just love to murder other Muslims. Around ten million since 1948.]

Via Zimbio: "On Thanksgiving Day 2008, gunshots rang out startling the family of Rabbi Gavriel Noach Holtzberg and others inside the Chabad center in Mumbai , India . A maid at the Chabad center thought it was firecrackers--then an Islamic gunman came up the stairs. Explosions and gunshots rattled the building and continued through the night. At the same time the Chabad center is attacked, Islamic terrorists were attacking a police station and a few minutes later they opened fire at a hospital. They also opened fire in restaurants and at hotels, all together, at over 10 locations, the Islamic terrorists murdered over 190 people. 

The Chabad center maid told the media that the gunmen destroyed the elevator, dining room and "everything" else. The rabbi ran to the telephone to call the Israeli Consulate. He got them on the line, told them there were men with guns in the house, but in the middle of the conversation, the line went dead after the rabbi said, "something's wrong." The rabbi was then grabbed by the Muslim terrorists, held down and had a belt secured around his legs to prevent him from walking. Several other Jews in the center had their hands and feet bound with telephone cords or nylon rope. 

The Indian Express reported that, Rabbi Holtzberg, his wife Rivka and their three friends died in a "brutal manner." The paper horrifically reported that there was "brutality unleashed on the Holtzberg." The paper reported that police photos inside the Chabad center spoke, "volumes of the nightmare the family and their friends must have gone through before they died." The Rabbi's body was found in a room on the second floor, with his legs under the mezuzah, stretching into the hall where his wife's body was found. Rivka's body was found near the legs of Rabbi Holtzberg, the floor was covered red in blood. 

The rabbi's 2-year-old son Moshe was found drenched in blood, crying in the silence, beside his parents who lay dead on the floor. The dead bodies of the murdered Jews were then booby-trapped with live hand grenades and other explosives. Indian security forces indicated the Jewish women were murdered first, as the Jewish men were first tortured before being murdered. 

In the United States , where the news media like to cover up all things which may make Muslims look bad, they never mentioned that the Israelis were mutilated beyond belief. In the Digital Journal news, it was also reported that the victims of the terrorist attacks had been tortured. In the words of one doctor, "It was shocking and disturbing." A doctor who conducted the post-mortems on the victims added: "Of all the bodies, the Israeli victims bore the maximum torture marks. It was clear that they were killed on the 26th itself. It was obvious that they were tied up and tortured before they were killed. It was so bad that I do not want to go over the details even in my head again."

So the little boy saw it all, and his parent's saw their little son witnessing their ordeal. And they saw the boy being beaten, swore at and so on...My God. This is the death loving cult of Islam and what authentic followers of Mohammads wack job words and deeds do. Regular people such as gee, Jews, Christians, Buddhists, the secular and most other ordinary people, usually all love life and normal, healthy achievements. I'm not sorry if that's not self-loathing enough, but it's a fact, or the whole world would be as repulsive and mad as Gaza, but it ain't. While millions of Muslims don't, millions of authentic Muslims across the world do love deception, mutilation, death, dysfunction and destruction. They are victims of Mohammad, AKA one mans insanity. [Links are to the prophetofdoom.net] That's because there is entirely NOTHING about Islam that is not insane, deceptive and dangerous. Rightpundit again on same.

The ONLY reason Israel still exists is because it’s fully armed. In Australia, law abiding citizen like you and I are unarmed and thus utterly defenseless. One is not free either via the whims of a capricious government no matter how currently benign or that a high stat chance encounter with a criminal simply hasn't occured for you yet. Thus our own government becomes more essentially socialist and incompetent on a startling and regular basis. The unarmed merely have a temporary freedom which is not freedom at all but a stay of oppression and execution by either an often organized criminal class or random opportunists. No, really. Say after me, it ain't so bad. Of course it ain't. It's incremental. While a party that criticizes capitalism is headed by a boob who reaps the many empirical fruits of it, such as real estate via the central pillar of freedom and prosperity of private property laws. Hey, as you do when you're a full of shit Labour union phony and hypocrite. That's "Socialism for you and capitalism for me. But you're paying for mine."

Ah, in 2007 Kevin Rudd "sounded out" about buying a FIVE million dollar beachside property...Yes, that would be on the Moscow/Cuban lay-away plan then? From the previous link: "Earlier this year Ms Rein [Mrs Rudd] agreed to avoid any appearance of conflict and divest the Australian holdings of her international recruitment company Igneus, which she founded last year. It earned revenues of $175 million last financial year".

[Now read our rich socialist grandiose narcissist of a PM's latest Keynes, FDR and Hitler et al inspired faux essay. [Costello slams Rudd's "miserable" trope. Rudd's pudd pulling love poem to a big government smiley faced fascist state is so loaded with economic and anti-freedom gibberish, it's hard to believe. A barely repackaged agitprop spectacular. Standard Kevin really. Here's onlineopinion on Rudd's "breathtaking cynicism" regards his sub-undergraduate fecal thesis. Neither article seems really damning enough surgically correct analysis. I see it as much worse and why not? What does it mean when an Australian PM writes such fascist crap? Trouble. Very big trouble. As the classic satirical slogan goes “Dictators Agree: Gun Control Works or Dimwits agree, dumb control works or Rudd is repellent".

Go here to thehomegunsmith.com my fellow freedom loving friends, and take note of the plans and methods for making a beautiful 9mm machine gun from easily available materials with common tools, for academic purposes only of course. No, really. But I digress. Dig how decades of Indian gun control leaves Mumbai and virtually all Indians defenseless. It's why not even two dozen Muslim terrorists from Pakistan could hold an entire city for days. All the murdered had one thing in common: THEY WERE ALL UNARMED.

In the initial and even later stages of the MUSLIM TERRORIST attack, even the Indian "security forces" were largely unarmed or pathetically under-armed with fifty year-old rifles, WWl era pistols and rattan shields made of er, natural materials! Thus they must be good for you! No.

"Sargent, I want you and the Grass Matting Squad to secure the hotel. I'll cover you with my 1917 Webley revolver. I may even have some ammunition somewhere if I can find those damn requisition forms. Good luck, you brave fools. India salutes you, from a distance!"

This is why around fifteen men could get far enough into position to take down a city of millions for three days, in spite of the incredible courage and sacrifice of many, many now often dead or horribly wounded unarmed Indians. Think about that and what a few hundred or thousand armed terrorists could do in our own city. Hamass et all hide their weapons and explosives everywhere and anywhere, especially Mosques or say shipping containers and so on. Luckily there are no mosques or shipping containers in Melbourne. "Terrorists sexually Humiliated guests before killing them," by Santosh Mishra for the Mumbai Mirror, December 25 2008:

...Even the Rabbi and his wife at Nariman House were sexually assaulted and their genitalia mutilated," said a senior officer of the investigating team, not wishing to be quoted." Via jihadwatch.org.

The MUSLIM TERRORISTS had the latest automatic weapons and explosives. It is virtually impossible for any law abiding Indian citizen to get a gun licence. Gee, the MUSLIM terrorists didn’t bother with a licence. Hey, that could mean a heavy fine! Via Dave Ridley at the Ridley Report com.



Nazi gun control.



Obama the Marxist bastard on gun control.



The GREAT Jackie Mason on gun control. Get Jackie’s book Schmucks.

Night Swallows West.

Dear sports, this is my feeble and amateur attempt at the first part of a short story. I really liked Richard Matheson's freaky and eerie classic, I Am Legend. Though I thought the vampire angle was a bit naff, while disturbing and beautifully well done. I just can't believe in 'em at all.

In fact, I often find horror fantasy neither scarey nor fantastic. More a neat allegory, or a preposterous and poor second to the harsh and disturbing facts of er, current reality. No, really. And I found the I Am Legend film a disappointing, utterly unconvincing and shallow CGI mistaken bore. But what do I know?

Now I thought that the idea of being the poor last bastard on earth and why, would be frightening enough and without the vamps. But what do I know? I hope you get a laugh out of it.





Chapter 1. A Figure On The Landscape.

A light breeze snaked past the open doors of a balcony and through the space between two heavy curtains, pushing them slightly inwards. There was almost no sound from outside and nothing passed within as the cool air drifted softly over the body of Sam Peeps, as he lay asleep in the half-light of the room. The sound of his own voice brought him to a kind of semi-consciousness, the partially shouted words unfolding rapidly in the shadows. With a wired shot, he sat up as his arms pushed out straight from his sides and pressed hard into the bed.

"There is no such thing as the Devil!", he said.

"Oh Christ. Day or night?" he wondered vaguely for a moment before falling back into torpor. Several phrases fell from his half opened mouth like a kind of catechism. "All failure is a lack of concentration. God never interferes in our lives. Energy can only go in one direction at a time", he said in a continuous mumble.

"You're not listening, are you?! Never did. I tried to...save you", he growled to no one. "It's all a little hey, hey...late, sport. Yes, endurance".

Flattening out on the damp sheets with a deep exhalation, Peeps knew these words to be so and that they were a test though difficult to apply. He recalled offering long ago in explanation to someone he could not remember, in understanding the true meaning of the first, you achieve the simplicity of the second and reveal the clarity of the third. The fourth provides the strength and flexibility to continue. Now as he tried to concentrate, he knew that he was alone.

Slipping ever deeper into exhaustion, Sam Peeps tried to gauge if he was awake, asleep or somewhere in between. At these moments, it seemed that Peeps could think clearly and that there was time in which to do so. In the last of his wakefulness, he saw that they were only sensations, the idea of thought much as vanishing pools of light.

Like his memories, they appeared in a fractional split within a second or were spread over hours in broken pieces. It was sometimes as if nothing had ever really existed. And now there was only him and him alone on a silently turning earth.

With a slight odd smile another peculiar statement came to him, as they often did. "In the sharp sun of midday and the deep drop of night, fallen angels, a false prophet and the Son of God".

Between the long days and a murky sleep that seemed to pull him down into an enveloping and sucking fold, recurring thoughts like troubling and formless insects continued to move and float through Peeps mind. A persistent theme that would rise up in this half-state, was of how Indian people of the Americas once believed that a human being could only truly exist when they found a place within their own society and thus the world.

If this was never found or was lost, one's soul would be forever adrift and slowly dissapear to the living like an echoes fading return or as a mere vapour fades in the sun. You would not even be a figure on the landscape. And then he was gone.


Under the early morning sun, against a sky of intense blue, a single vehicle drove towards the crest of a great and ruined bridge that was sprung between the docklands and downtown of a once rising city. High above, thin distant clouds drifted over an almost silent world. The lack of any wind or background noise allowed the slow sound of waves from the beachfront to be heard in the distance.

With a slow curving two mile run up from each end, the massive multi-lane gate led out to the west and beyond. The decaying arc of concrete, steel and tar that formed the bridge crossed a river that flowed through town to the sea. From its mid point, two enormous pylons stood high above the road surface.

The grime covered shafts more than doubled the height of the bridge, each one supporting two giant blistered cables that sweated and dripped a brown rusting drool. The heavily scarred cords followed the line of the structure and draped down to the spine of the arch, from where could be seen the whole of the city, which was almost a kilometer away. The sweeping bay was less than half that distance.

Across the river, the adjoining freeway cut through the stillness of corroding industrial areas and dead suburbs. Further into the clear distance were the mountains.

On many occasions he had thought about them and how to the eye they did not seem to change, appearing so separate from the uncontrollable slipping away of things. There was the impossible thought that if he focused intensely enough on their perfect and remote forms, everything would stop, remaining as it was. The distant peaks were unlike the metropolis, left to its relentless breakdown and decay.

Seeing how rapidly almost everything altered and yet nothing happened, gave the feeling of being in a vortex, where everything is breaking up and swallowed down. It seemed clear that whatever he did and however he held to anything, everything would still collapse and drain away, forcing him off-balance and dragged into the void.

Walking across the full width of the roadway, his gaze was drawn down to the movement of the water below as the twisting filth formed bent circles of grey. Light on his feet and of medium build, Peeps movements gave a startling sense of alertness and energy, though he appeared at times, curiously at ease in the emptiness. Sam Peeps was often a man in perpetual motion. Though when reposed, Peeps could seem so oddly at peace, that he virtually disappeared into the stillness around him.


In recurring dreams, Peeps saw himself as a single spinning top on a vast, cold and infinitely flat plain, and as he turned, it was as if he was being overwhelmed, then slowly crushed by a great weight. Those he had known pushed through a broken sleep in noiseless columns as he lay immobilized for hours that could turn into days. When he arose, he remembered them reflected in all that he could see and taste in the cool air.

Standing upon the giant span, the river pushing out beneath him, he felt his legs becoming lighter as his weight seemed to shift to his upper body. For several seconds he thought he would fall, turning over and down into the muddy rush. Jerking back from the railing with a snap, he returned to the vehicle where he sat on the hood with his back against the windscreen, his lone figure stretched out while absently fondling an automatic pistol.

Sliding the gun smoothly into a shoulder holster, he found its form comforting as it embraced his torso with an almost liquid, leather affection. From a pocket, he took out a worn black leather wallet and opened it, the sun glinting off the chrome of a small shield, bringing into sharp relief the digits of a serial number embossed on its metal face. His eye came to the number ten and his thoughts to how it had been that many years since the beginning of his solitude, as the light bent across the name Samuel Peeps.

With a rip of thin metal, he opened a container of bitter drink, a small breath hissing from the can, and he smiled his strange smile as he considered the possibilities of the day. At a distance, the shimmering urban expanse seemed almost alive. He lifted a pair of high-powered binoculars to his eyes.

"Ok", he said and as he blurted out "I can't save anybody!" and his arm knocked an unopened can that rolled off the vehicle and then dropped down onto to the asphalt. The cylinder punctured and began spraying liquid as it gained momentum, cracked against the concrete gutter and bounced onto the gantry running alongside the bridge, rising in the daylight.

Standing up, he pushed his open palms down hard and said sharply, "You can't control your environment, kid. You..." For a moment, he swayed a little, with his head held forward, twisted his shoulders from side to side, and breathed deeply. "Right. Wait".

Sliding into the open vehicle, Peeps turned the key and the engine growled as he closed the door with a soft upholstered thud. Moving smoothly into gear, he accelerated rapidly, making a whirling dust devil. The momentum and flow cleared the mind a little and he considered the ordinary in his extraordinary circumstance and the incredible in the commonplace. As the movement of cold air fell across his hot brow, he repeated a drum upon the steering wheel. Save the world. Save the world.

"The world? I couldn't save you", he said.

Roaring down onto the freeway straight, the drag of the vehicle violently stirred up the endless waste that was scattered over the bitumen and collected in thousands of melted drifts. Paper, dust, mud, flood waters and trillions of insect bodies, formed a putrid blackening goo in anything that acted as a catchment.

As Peeps vehicle climbed onto the elevated roadway, the sun reflected in shooting flashes off the lines of the skyscrapers on either side. On the nights that had no moonlight, even these great cold and empty forms disappeared into the vast ink.