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WElcOmE tO ThE LAnd O CAnnIbAlIstIc HorsEs
was printed on March 31st 2005 by Puberty Press in Tampa, Florida.All writing Copyright 2005 A.P. SmithAll photography Copyright 2005 A.P. SmithAll Art Copyright 2005 Mike ForceWith the assistance o our colleagues,this book was designed & illustrated by Mike Force
 
SUBJECT: OPEN IMMEDIATELY!LIKE READING AN EMAIL FROM YOUR FUTURE SELF
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book was initially published in April, 2005.Back then, we didn’t have Kindles and iPads. We didn’t havean Arican-American President. We didn’t have WikiLeaks. We didn’t have the Tea Party.In 2005, global warming was a rumor, Facebook was TheFacebook and airlines didn’t charge or luggage. We still listened tomusic on compact discs and we still watched television shows ontelevisions. We didn’t have Twitter or Tumblr; we didn’t have iPhonesor Androids. Saddam and Osama were both alive and well. MichaelJackson too.Despite the changes we’ve been through since this book waspublished, I believe its themes and topics are just as relevant today asthey were seven years ago. Topics like sel-discovery, gentrication,revolution, conspiracy, sex, drugs… some things last orever. Somethings never change.Here we are, still yearning or inspiration, still seeking truth in themuddled gridlock o the inormation super highway, still paying thebest o our bills and still ucking or love whenever we catch just the
 
slightest scent o it. Here we are still, waging war, watching tortureporn, driving our cars up main street, and conessing our sins i onlyto the bartender.Have we progressed? Are we improving?As a world o nearly 6.8 billion, we have never seen the earth turnaster. We are a planet o time travelers, men and women rom thepast, weary rom lack o sleep, acing our new world with strainedoptimism.When I wrote this book, I elt very pessimistic. The uture seemeddark; darkest, we hoped, beore the light.I wrote Horses because I believed we were living in a timeunequaled throughout the annuals o history. I believed we werewitnesses to the birth o a new world, a new world that only thepassage o time could deem good or evil. And then our new worldbegot another new world. And that world begot another world andthat world another world, aster and aster, like an innity mirrorrefecting the innumerable dirty aces o our ghetto teenage mothers.Babies having babies having babies…Parenthood is not to be taken lightly. And yet we are givingbirth at supersonic speeds: launching social networking websites,manuacturing smart phones and laptops, erecting Freedom Towers,occupying Wall Street, syndicating reality shows, downloadinganything, uploading everything, rocketing through a tunnel withnothing but our debit cards and cell phones…Do you see that? Do you see that light at the end o the tunnel? Isit an oncoming train? Is it a way out? Is it the dawning o a light tovanquish all darkness?No, it’s the glow o an iPad 3. And we are heading straight or it.And it’s heading straight or us, aster and aster. We’re on a collisioncourse. No need or a seatbelt. At this speed, it won’t save you. From Brooklyn, A.P. Smith October 26, 2011
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