The Storm Trooper Swims
This Photo? Stirs what... Inside?
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What I look upon the clouds of ashen grey overlapped with those of obsidian pestilence behind the 'swimmer.' Like the Space Jockey waiting in death with his genetically engineered plague for the Nostromo, sent by the corporation to discover the truth of 'the organism,' so to do the corporations of our day scour the world for al that is black. Oil, until it covers the face of the earth with it's comfortable manifestation. Having leaked out from corroding ducts into the oceans, then all we swam in was acid! Like the blood of 'the organism.'
Then we swam into and never out of the black liquid, greed of death to equality. Birth of tolerance to corporate casualties, disregard for morality. The swimmer stands to survive, for another... Few strokes? Or is he immortal, like the forecast profit margins that suggest eternal growth of oil economics until the end of all ages.
What does the swimmer... Say to you?
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