ICON (OCLAST)
by Timothy Bearly He is the grit in the otherwise well oiled machine. The monkey wrench— in the wooden gears of the loom—endeavoring to splinter the cogs. The in-vitro injection for the barren minds that cannot conceive. Impervious to indoctrination, he is the unabashed child that scoffs at the naked— less endowed—emperor, and gazes back in truculent defiance at the despotic preceptor who promulgates “thou shalt” or “thou shalt not”. Pouring salt upon the lionized oleaginous gastropods, he reveals that they are indeed organic, carbon based—not divine! Thus they—the charlatans and impostors— have him burned at the stake, drawn and quartered, and tar and feathered. However, … Continue reading ICON (OCLAST)