The estuary told me the truth, and I was there to listen. Up river the MIC was trying to run the empire at the same time it was killing the planet. I only saw evidence of the planet killing first hand. Whatever the MIC flushed down the drain wound up in the estuary. 

           The MIC was all I knew outside of the estuary, but I never knew it, because it was all I knew. The MIC was not a lie, but it was never the truth my parents and so many others believed in. They suffered terribly as they realized they had been conned. They were not raised on the estuary...the were raised on picture shows and propaganda, and were not taught the difference.

            I had the estuary to cling to as my parents floundered, leaving us to the MIC to raise.  The deceptive promises of the MIC never replaced the lessons taught to me by estuary. I had no choice but to act as directed.

             The MIC commanded and controlled every aspect of our existence but I never knew it. The MIC schemed and plotted but could not defeat the truth, or replace it with a flaw, fortune or anything else. I was hard boiled.

            The MIC was real, but had lost its connection to reality. The truth took more time to listen to than the MIC was willing to hear. The MIC was calling the shots, and shit flows down stream. I only knew the second half for quite a few years. If the MIC could not listen to the estuary why would it listen to me? 

              I tried...but was not going to kill my self trying to save the MIC or the empire it had convinced itself  vital  to become. I tried, and at times I thought I was close to getting a message through. 

      was our specialty. Right down the drain. 



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