cold sexual relations abound...the virus unleashed by Zack Smiter has consumed everyone's mind with a certain image of what they require for a body as well as age...Tyler sat, sipping on his forty, smoking a marlboro, thining about how the media portrayed generation x at the early 90's...all those people were old and burnt out now, wrapped in thier mortgage consciousness and gas guzzling suv's...zack had also achieved his goal of disunity by allowing so much ioconsequential information into the universe no one had the capacity to think or an attention span...and what wasn't finished with by the that the elites through manipulation of the wealth made everyone else feel so terribly insecure....
the wind howled in the night a cruel mockery of Tyler's isolation...but he had always been isolated, it was only his perspective of it that changed...
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