Friday, October 03, 2003

Disperse Now. 

The Flash is gone.

The Mob trails off in different directions, leaving nothing of substance or significance in the street.

Whimsy is no match for autumn, with its cold winds. Trucker hats are traded for touques.

Were they silly? Occasionally.

Stupid? Most of the time.

Smart? No.

Mobs are about the power of many, in the pursuit of nothing.

But over the past months, some have stepped forward, confused the sheep, made the mob their own.

One person can make a difference.

And that's the lesson, kids.

In a time of war, of recession, of doubt and deceit, that might mean something.

Now, disperse.

--- flash out ---

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