For the first day in forever the sky was a perfect green. The sun shone down from in between the obtuse paraphernalia/ creating halos of white light around their slogans. Tiager squinted, and the garbled characters looming above manipulated themselves into solarplexed flyers.
[Just a slightly different viewpoint can change a world]
Like angels tainted by a desire to promote mainstream commodities to the general public, the sugar coated slogan quickly turned sour. Tiager turned her memory to London 2028, it was the day they painted the sky blue. In a joint initiative, thrill disc jockeys and self inflicting artists posed as the McDonald's corporation leaving the populous in the dark for one night. In the morning the whole of London woke to a blue sky. The city was cast in a vibrant echo of blue reflections. It was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. It ultimately led to the temporary collapse and destruction of London's innards.
Tiager was tangled in his arms. She lay there pressed against him, her skin drawn taught where their bodies embraced. The covers were crumpled on the edge of the bed where they lay from moments before. She was still breathing heavily/ just happy to be in his arms. She looked up at Aito with a smile of contentment. His black hair glistened a shimmering blue. She reveled in the way the light fell on his naked body accentuating every muscle and turn. Today it was bathed in an eerie blue light. The sight brought her to a visual climax ricocheting through her slight frame/ evoking and capitalising on her joy from moments before. The light lingered and sleepily she cuddled closer to him/ relishing her waking blue dream. It was only hours later when she re awoke to the violent flash of blue, streaming in their window that she realised. She woke him excitedly and together they stepped into a world bathed in a blue sky.
Ironically the McDonald's corporation stole the glory and fame from the thrill disk jockeys and the manic self inflicting artists, indeed proclaiming its guilty blue conscience to the world. Outdoors the billboards were running hot, busy leaving short text messages condoning the blue sky
Our food tastes better when you're blue ~ Brought to you by McDonald's Corporation ~ you're loving it!
Other corporations quickly joined the advertising wagon/ claiming the stunt as their own. Blue sky was the unanimous war cry of millions of billboards, signs and screens across the city. The artists sat on the grass and discussed the ramifications/ getting high on depression and their lack of recognition. In the street the children of the post fluxusites were removing the VR world simulations (rewired to show the view out of someone else's fish bowl ~ their life was always a ball) and engaging their traditional senses/ stimulating feelings that were even more surreal than the virtual world they had lost themselves in. For once they revelled in the moments their Fluxus ancestors tried to promote. That which could change the very world you were in/ that made the everyday interesting and new. An EXPERIENCE
Aito and Tiager had wondered the streets that day. The blue light had fluttered across her skin in bizzare patterns and shades. The blue sky had cast a doubble shaddow on alll.. They had walked through the melancholy blueness ^that had indadvertedly made the whole of London happy. People had stopped working/ stopped sleeping/ stopped cleaning/ stopped avoiding the everyday// started looking/ started really looking at their world. It was the most economically pointless day on record.
What McDonald's claimed was a simple marketing stunt [cult classic] started to de s solve th e very fab ri c o f L on do n . Of course the government cracked down on it straight away ~ silently and not so swiftly ~ and while Tiager and Aito were basking in blue light Government Officials were busy debating policies that would increase their pay and return their citizens to the pubs. Their strategy was free beer {and a 115% pay rise}. Effective. A few stray souls, magnetised by the sky's beauty lingered in the streets. The remaining conglomerate was easily swayed towards the enticing call of free malt. They came to the bars with a skip, jump and hops and drunk hard. The city's people entered into quizzes/ scribbling down answers/ category : Politics : Future History : Knowledge of the Common : Human behaviour/ they failed miserably. Pop music was tube fed to their ears, their eyes were abused by booty shaking Video Clips. Their beer was loaded with social lubrication and they stayed long into the night - obliterating any fond memory they had of the day.
Tiager and Aito found themselves in the midst of Soho. They watched the street dancers perform for no one at all. As usual Tiager had so much to say but no words to say it with/ she remained silent. Aito whispered stories and plans for the future/she made the soundtrack to their lives in her head. She could honestly say that she was happy at that moment/ with him/ with life/ with no one else but them and the odd piece of culture/ with happiness.
Meanwhile in the sky technical response teams struggled to dismantle the contraption of blueness. After numerous attempts of verbal commands, they decided on a softer approach. The nano nuclear bombs were deployed. They were catapulted from invisible stealth bombers. The NNBombs flew through the air silently before clasping onto the devices with their macro-microscopic legs. If they could have been seen by naked eyes they would have scurried into the crevices and implanted themselves in the metal. But they can't so no one really knows what they did.
Tiager found herself mid smile/ cocooned in the memories of the past.
Aito and Tiager had wondered the streets that day. The blue light had fluttered across her skin in bizzare patterns and shades. The blue sky had cast a doubble shaddow on alll.. They had walked through the melancholy blueness ^that had indadvertedly made the whole of London happy. People had stopped working/ stopped sleeping/ stopped cleaning/ stopped avoiding the everyday// started looking/ started really looking at their world. It was the most economically pointless day on record.
What McDonald's claimed was a simple marketing stunt [cult classic] started to de s solve th e very fab ri c o f L on do n . Of course the government cracked down on it straight away ~ silently and not so swiftly ~ and while Tiager and Aito were basking in blue light Government Officials were busy debating policies that would increase their pay and return their citizens to the pubs. Their strategy was free beer {and a 115% pay rise}. Effective. A few stray souls, magnetised by the sky's beauty lingered in the streets. The remaining conglomerate was easily swayed towards the enticing call of free malt. They came to the bars with a skip, jump and hops and drunk hard. The city's people entered into quizzes/ scribbling down answers/ category : Politics : Future History : Knowledge of the Common : Human behaviour/ they failed miserably. Pop music was tube fed to their ears, their eyes were abused by booty shaking Video Clips. Their beer was loaded with social lubrication and they stayed long into the night - obliterating any fond memory they had of the day.
Tiager and Aito found themselves in the midst of Soho. They watched the street dancers perform for no one at all. As usual Tiager had so much to say but no words to say it with/ she remained silent. Aito whispered stories and plans for the future/she made the soundtrack to their lives in her head. She could honestly say that she was happy at that moment/ with him/ with life/ with no one else but them and the odd piece of culture/ with happiness.
Meanwhile in the sky technical response teams struggled to dismantle the contraption of blueness. After numerous attempts of verbal commands, they decided on a softer approach. The nano nuclear bombs were deployed. They were catapulted from invisible stealth bombers. The NNBombs flew through the air silently before clasping onto the devices with their macro-microscopic legs. If they could have been seen by naked eyes they would have scurried into the crevices and implanted themselves in the metal. But they can't so no one really knows what they did.
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