The Glorious and very much gone...1970's

The 1970's man ..the game was on. The rules were flexible...lax or non existent.  The groove was on. We didn't know that of course..how could we?...it was just days going by. But..but.. as it turns out...in after thoughts and reflections...it was the unfiltered and straight cut ever loving 19 fucking 70's oh Lord yes it was.

We burned fuel.... gas,diesel and jet fuel like it was candle wax on the alter of Jesus Christ himself. I'm pretty sure that sex and the pursuit of sex was the whole  point of the 19 fucking 70s thank you very much and please pass the prime rib special with mashed potatoes that the road diner is serving tonight..  and oh yes please please, pass the lemon maringue pie... 

Cars still had carburetors, woman wore mini tight skirts, perfume and smoked gleefully. We drove motorized land yachts and loved every goddamned  minute of it and wished to God for more. Son of a magnificent bitch .we had Lynyrd Skynyrd and Carly Simon and Joni Mitchell...the water was clean and plentiful, the cocaine was pure ...and we KNEW what the hell we were doing.

The future was clear as beach glass. 

More of everything.

Faster.better...if more glory was at all possible...we ..were ...the ever so righteous people to do "IT".

The 1970's .

Oh brother and sister.

The pinnacle of uncensored consumption.

Unabashed and unembarassed inhaling of the atmosphere and oxygen.

Higher... deeper. Louder. Faster.

And...why not..

The possibilities were absolutely endless... there was no observable limit.

Glory glory glory 

Until.

Somebody.

Until. Some fearful, organic, smooth handed terp said.

Oh wait ...oh my... what if...what if...I think I might ... I think we might...oh gosh .. I think we .. maybe we can...

Perhaps we...

Yes! Yes Yes!

We are truly...we will be ever so much fucked.

We've over stepped.

Over consumed.

I'm pretty sure the music was too gloriously loud and rude...the cars were too big and loud...the stores.. .were too big and loud .. please make it stop. Please. Make. It . Stop.

And then .

Greed. Because greed is good ( Hollywood said so)

Hubris... because nature abhors a vacuum.

And then...the BIG LIE.

Because we are tired. And ready for salvation. Any salvation. At any price.

We are too tired. Too stupid to know the true cost of malaise and not giving a shit.

And. Then. They. Come.

Slowly at first. Then quicker. Then ..."They" are here.

They...are inside the walls.

Cry all you want. It's too goddamned late.

They ..are inside...and you my dear friend....are meat. Food. Fodder at best.

And...oh how you will pray for those days that you left behind so gladly. Those prototype sunrise days that passed so energetically...so many days ago.

Oh my friends, the wood in the campfire will never again be a tree.

I raise a glass to thee.

I pray for love 

And to never again be a tree.