|Jamie Sheppard | National Security (absolutecontrol) wrote in forgotten_past,|
@ 2010-11-12 13:06:00
|Entry tags:||highways, national security|
I've been and done it again, the vacant lies you sell me on haphazard views, anticipated abuse.
Who: Highways (the_long_road) & National Security (absolutecontrol)
What: Pleased to meet you.
Where: Somewhere in the USA
When: Autumn, 1945
America, America. Land of the brave and free. The air smelt different, the people liked to talk and talk and talk some more. Everyone was very friendly on the surface. State Security had become National Security, adapting to the new circumstances without kicking the bucket this time. He was delighted.
After meeting the 'important' ones - meaning politicians - he set out to meet the rest of this strange land's manifested concepts. Today, the one called Highways was on his list. Setting one foot before the other, he walked down one of the long straight asphalt roads. Occasionally, he would stop to admire the landscape. Vast open space, the kind one didn't encounter in Western Europe anymore.
"Beautiful." So much nature and fresh air were practically begging for a tiny bit of pollution which National Security promptly provided by lighting a cigarette. "Very beautiful."