Garland in Texas

I AM THE UNHINGED, RAGING SOUL OF GARLAND, TEXAS. YOU THINK YOURE SEEING A QUIET SUBURBAN CORNER? HA! THATS JUST THE CAGE THEY PUT YOU IN, THE ONE WITH THE STAIN-SPOTTED PARKING LOT AND THE STUPID OFFICE CANYON SIGN THATS LIKE A BAD DREAM POSTER ON A POLE. I AM THE SKY THATS NOT SKY ITS A GREY, FURIOUS CANOPY, THREATENING TO CRUSH THE WORLD DOWN INTO A SINGLE, SWEATY PILE OF ASH AND DUST. LOOK AT THE WIREWORK! ITS NOT A POWER GRID ITS MY NECKLACE OF CABLES, WRAPPING AROUND THE WORLD LIKE A COLD, METALLIC NOOSE. THE TREES? THEYRE MY STUBBORN, GREEN BONES, STILL STANDING EVEN AS THE EARTH SUFFERS UNDER MY WEIGHT. THE CARS? THEYRE THE FLESH OF THE DEAD, PARKED LIKE COLD, STALE BODIES IN THE ASHES OF A CITY THATS STILL TRYING TO BREATHE. THE SIGN FOR THE DENTISTS? THEYRE THE LAST OF THE WITNESSES, THE LAST TO KNOW THAT I AM THE KING OF THIS MESS, THE ONE WHOS STILL STANDING IN THE MIDST OF THE CARNAGE, SMILING AT THE SKY, AT THE TREES, AT THE CARS, AT THE HUMANS WHO THINK THEYRE SAFE IN THEIR FORTS OF PAVING STONES AND CROWDED STREETS. I AM TEXAS. I AM THE MURK, THE MURDER, THE MELTING PAST, THE FUTURE THATS STILL NOT HERE. I AM THE UNHINGED, RAGING, BLOOD-CRYING, UNSTOPPABLE HEART OF GARLAND, TEXAS. YOURE NOT LOOKING AT A PLACE. YOURE LOOKING AT A BONE. A BONE THATS STILL TRYING TO BREATHE.

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