The Canarsie Flash

COMMERCE IS DEAD ' We listen to their words of wisdom: those brokers; those politicians; those guardians of tomorrow's promise of brightly lit fields where prosperity blooms like the heads of newly minted nails carried in calloused hands and raw fingers of workers, whose sweat and blood toiled underneath the sun's hour and honor'¦ Slain by guardians we entrusted, these guardians lured Commerce into back alleys where she performed most Unspeakable acts against her Nature and against her Will. They killed her: they murdered her. They longed for her beauty: they longed for her wit and they thirsted for her grace. They killed her candor to only steal her Gold. Heated from heavy rod in the forge of Northern New York from the HIGHEST QUALITY of improbable storytelling, 'The Canarsie Flash' peers past the road posts and eagerly travels into the biospheres of moments interlinking into the Gravitational Machinery of Truths once avoided.