The Boulevard of Broken DreamsThe Boulevard of Broken Dreams is choked with the dead, the rotting corpses that shuffle through shattered shards of rainbow with no purpose, cold to the touch. So many, they shift and scuff as one, fuel for the machine, food for the leeches, the corpulent dictators of life and art who wire reality with the framework of their silicon webs. Architects of the matrix of
Published on March 19, 2010 00:00