Gas and Girlfixer (The Distillers)

Gas is falling. Now after months of more then a dollar a litre for gas (or whatever you Americans have with your non-metric system) it seems that prices are falling faster then last years iPod. Now I'm not saying it'll go down to 30 cents. But I have contacts within the gas companies that tell me the reason for the fall in pricing. It cost 5 people thier lives and 10,000 jobs but by the great rain serpent in the sky, I will bring the news to the lumping proletariat.
It today society oil is the lifeblood of the world. Oil keeps the cars moving, keeps the electricty juicing and keeps small sea creatures dying. But it seems that as a fossil fuel that its time on our little rock from the sun is limited, much like Maroon 5's career. Now, I'm no geologist or economics expert but I did walk onto an all womens college in Pennsylvania once. What I learned, beside the fact that mace hurts, is that we're searching for an alternative fuel source simply because oil is sooooo last century. Thier thinking now electricity will keep our small 4-door sedans moving.
Little do the gigantic gas and oil companies know but theirs a massive almost limitless supply of oil almost right where there sitting. Where is this magical and probably fake oil? Its in Mar Del Plata, Argintina. I know, I was surprised to. But thats what my contacts told me. See how far a stick of gum and $3 candian can get you?
I went to Mar Del Plata to follow up on this rumour. To my knowledge it was nothing but a relaxing resort town. But there was some meeting going on. They kept screaming about Bush. Now, I know the mid-90s Austrailian alternative-rock group was only so-so but really was rioting the answer? So avoiding the bricks, maltov cocktails, bits of lumber and tear gas I made my way through til I found the place. Let me tell you, those Americas Summit Meeting guards sure are rough. So what if I started digging right between the Presidents of Venezuala and Brazil? They didn't seem to notice too much. They were trying to stop Bush. Maybe the group was reforming and coming to thier respected countries, I don't know. 5 musketeers indeed.
In the end I sold my kidney to get back home. It was an unsuccessful trip all round. My contacts lied, I disrupted a trade meeting and I never found the massive hidden cache of oil. But I did come back with some cool scars. So, to you my friends I say this. Oil may not be around forever, but it will be around long enough to find us some better fuels. Why don't we go back to horses? Fast, reliable and if it comes down to it you can make glue outta them!
Adieu.
My kidney is lonely.

Insatiable Indulgence

The American Dream is a dream of a greater life, a life of wealth and riches, luxury and indulgence. Every one of us is the elite of tomorrow, every one of us believes we will be something tomorrow. This idea is fueled by Capitalism, and our will for more. It is humanity. Greed is all that has been with us since the dawn of man, and without greed, humanity would have no reason to invent. It is greed that propels us, it is greed that drives us. It is greed that feeds us. We have this dream of a greater life, a life in which we are the elite. This dream is what corrodes our soul, and mutilates our being. It bears down on our soul, it weakens our constitution, and at last, when we can no longer resist its will, when we can no longer stand its weight, we collapse, and find ourselves content in our miscontentment. We come to our knees, and find ourselves alive in death, we find ourselves envious of those who we should have been. We hide in their shadows of illusion, fearful that we will never be what we had dreamed, we will never be what we should have. We hide in their shadow, behind a facade of fallacy, and illusion. Our illusion is possession. We buy to appear to be the greater, what we still believe ourselves to be. We wallow in the destruction of others, the take pleasure in knowing that others are worse, impoverished, beaten, and crushed. We build ourselves up while tearing others down, We derive pride from the annihilation of others, devastation is our bane. We ravage our souls, and massacre our humanity. We give up all that is good and righteous, and willingly nullify all that is charitable and upright. We are the middle class. We are the discontent. We are the patricians of tomorrow.