Night can be a bitch
at times. Leaves you wide open as a mugger's target or for a
sleazeball attack. Maniacs who watch and learn from TV like
their parent's before them could suddenly leap at you by the
cold harshness ofthe street neons. And they lurk
everywhere. From the shadowy
moving stairways to the empty platforms of the railway
station, to the vending machines. The vending
machines...They sit like virgin godesses wrapped in sparkle
and neon, waiting for the never ending tribute from the
worshippers of frivolity... And they dispense death in
return for this worship. Death by gluttony.. Death by
presentation.Why not sell suicide kits?Let 'em do it if they
want to.. Then there will be room for more vending
machines. (C) Ron Lee
1994
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