fascism club

i was sitting on the first floor, beside the front door- the bleachers of cafeteria observing the sea scape. A thick fog of a mix containing synthetic ambiance, artificial nicotine and sweat floods the floor along with torontos most prestigious internet nobody's all to afraid to break the perception of ambiguity to dance. Sat here thinking about how fascist night life in this dystopian city is. Cafeteria the transplants buffet of vices and distraction soon to be torn down for another billion-trillion air to hoist their disrupting socialite military base. Condos were supposed to be the future of fixing low income housing but instead they are injecting nepo baby's into the city's underground. Fascism is bribing the bouncer to get us in over capacity and having to swing around the occupying door person who happens to be a friend a neighbour that certainly would insist you leave if you haven't paid while calling themselves punk. though that's an assumption another sorta fascist idea if used unwisely. Fascism is the sort of uniform that has appeared in the rave scene, a distinct clone of some sorta celebrity margarita pulled right from a sweat shops inventory or something someone else thrifted for a fraction of the price they will pay and then convinced them they could never waste this opportunity and recreate what they did with a little time and effort and hunting. If you always pay someone else to do everything creative for you find your clothes, make your art, play you music, then do you really have style or are you just susceptible to propaganda and indoctrination to an idea of being an artist of the fascist definition. The corrupts idea of an artist complicity in the horror they live in influencing others to follow in their self contained rebellion...

not done this thought but gotta do smth else