CITIZEN DOSSIER

You know. We live our whole lives in a haze. Every day we live We’re working our hardest to get the hot new product. The next big thing. A new phone. A new chain. A new watch. We work to provide for our family so that our neighbor Mikey McFuckshit next door will be jealous of us. We live our lives trying to fit into this fucking society that’s been laid out before. To fit the mold and not break out of it. But you know what? We could be dead tomorrow. Everything we have worked for. Everything we have shed blood, sweat and tears for could be gone by Noon Thursday. All the money. All the work. Gone. Our whole fucking identity. Is a fabrication of the fascist regime created to hold us down. We’re not people. We’re cattle. Cows corralled into a corner and given a number to identify us. And one day? We will all take a trip to the slaughterhouse. And it doesn’t matter the color of your hide. All our meat tastes the same in the end.