The Middle Ground

Mack

C-MACKEverything moves. But not everything moves easily. Some things take untold years and a thousand deaths just to move an inch. We line up, waving our credit cards in the air, for a chance to purchase the fruit of this lifeless march.

To their own detriment, a people once worshipped a golden calf in the desert. Their impatience was thier undoing as they rushed headlong to an immenently lawless brand of well-intentioned but misguided self-fulfillment.

Step carefully onto the pavement of the busy highway. Stand on the center divider and feel the smooth cool paint of the double yellow on your barefeet. Listen closely  and you’ll here the barking of a silver pit bull.

 

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