content: The Real America the True America American was born out of struggle and rawness. It was best when it was a screaming thing in the world. A new idea ripping away everything old it was pure. Then something terrible happened something dark and unholy something awful yet so expected. America went to sleep and it’s people became dreamers. What was a nation defined by creation and the wonder and ugliness that entailed became something less. A place of consumers, a bunch of buyers A FUCKING MALL. Why did it go to sleep? What caused our father’s father to fade away? What poisons did we take? The truth is it doesn’t matter much anymore not until America is awake. I see a fiery eagle rising from the tomb ascending into the stars in the sky. The dream isn’t comfortable anymore it is confusing and jumbled. The dreamers sleep restlessly the moan and twitch. The broken and drugged are the best of us, those who could not accept the lies who want so badly to be more. To wake up. What do we find when when wake up. Desolation. We wake to find ourselves alone in a empty room. Robbed of everything we were. This is what it is to be a Real American it is to be robbed of everything by people you can’t see when when you where sleeping. However realize this revelation is not the end. It is the beginning. To be a American is it is also to create, to be new. To be a American is to be a terror to the world. A raging giant beast, a threat to all of of the old order, That is what we must be to be free forever of these dreams.