Rabbits, They Called Them.

In the future, I hope we can exchange our hard-earned for criminal amnesty. We could go to bookstores to purchase bottles and rags, and steal petrol from overturned cars. Entire parades running with scissors, and we scoff at the term "reckless abandon", because it's far too fucking quaint.  The news anchor stopped making sense when we stopped demanding it, and everything is spreading far too fast. If I'm lucky I can trade my casket for a bus pass to nowhere.