the virus moves through the valley...Tyler hidden under the cloak of the fog before the dawn watches silently from the woods...the bakery and newspaper trucks make their delivers as the birds begin to wake up...there is no way out...there is only journey into the end of the night...crash, burn or perhaps salvation..up on facebook they tell themselves lies...while the kids did get lost in the narcotic of cell phone text junk...americans mainlined on sugar from the time of infancy...they have no awareness of the danger they impute upon the globe..cheap gas and even cheaper food is their mantra...in the still of the night Tyler for a brief moment experiences silence which drives the virus momentarily from his system...the lights from the town shine beautifully against the dense fog...a moment of peace before the agora wakes up and brings its awful stink to the awareness...
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