Armando's Pit O' Empowerment & ReNewelazation.

DupProds

Sitting in the parking lot eating tuna fish, mofongo, and grapefruit for a break didn't make him feel conspicuous but none the less he remained a blemish on the scenery.Part of being obvious to the surroundings was caused by the irritating chatter coming from the carrion in the neighborhood who were snorting insults at him because he had real food to eat. His mind remarked, " useless parasites, why don't they get a job and buy their own god damn food." He had lost all tolerance for society. Since 'Social Liberation and Urban Movement' the world had lost touch with basic human needs. Inevitablely, all one had to do was go, grab, and get whatever they needed. No questions asked. Yet, as his mind mumbled, " these lazy, useless pieces o' human shit ", loitered all around looking for a mark, some companionship maybe, part of a scoring process he couldn't figure it and didn't want to.

The mission for today was pointing him in the direction of the NyPhiMegalopoli. A large expanse of humanity that had been gentrified and been homogenized into one giant grid of cubicle existence. It seemed, if for no better reason, that it was an expedient way to get large protoplasmic entities to co-exist. "Da engineers fucked-up-big-time on this one.. ", he belched as a thought terminated his sojourn. He flipped the ignitor to his vehicle and prepared to resume 'the completion of objectives.' No sooner had he started into his migration, one of the local vultures, feigning as a passerby, bounces into his vector space. Reversing forced to a halt, he shouts...,
" YO, .. ! ! ya wanna atomize or what?!"
" Can you give me tokens for meat sticks, I'm hungry.. "
,meekly in beg-speak.
His mind revolted into, " I'm sick of this gimme-gimme ". He placidly bolted into,
" I tellyawhat. Here's da password. IcEBerG. "
Tears of joy and happiness fill the bums eyes.
" Jus' as I thought.. he knows of it and I gotta play you give me and then I give you.. "
"Alright, I gibya 5 tokins to clue me or I'll praise the faith with His Oh Holy Atoms, ... jus' for dafunavit."
" I saw him in SeKToR PrinBrunFis giving out 'freebies'... "
Hmm, just as a thought, he tossed too many tokens unto the pavement,
"keep the change, hero", and jetted into the stratosphere, away from the local riff-raff, away from hoi polloi and status quo realities, into the celestial local space which contained ionized excitement that was generated from another useless clue.

He was still alive and viciously playing by the numbers, if not in his head then at home. Ever since Har left the area to go to another MexicoLan and Yang, a faithful companion, left for another celestial plane with bladder stones that exploded his kidneys, he was driven by this mission to scan the universe for a 'power thingy'. He cranked up the A/V module as he programmed in a sector and the media squirted out an oldie, at an altitude of 3000 meters.....
" we'll crank up the truck I'm driving for DupProds,
allowing my freedom to dream which makes me happy,
'cause I make money at the same time.
Went to some stops in Bucks last night
and it was a sight,
for spring flowers is fightin' for space in the coldness . "