what do we call this?

There seems to be a massive divide between the impression of the label "criminal" and the desired title "outlaw." Criminal is just sort of dirty, like you live under the Ben Franklin Bridge and rob old ladies for a visit with JD, alone, next to a trash can enflamed. I guess that's some homeless shit to, but still criminal is desparete, a cop's dehumanizing term for one who doesn't follow the law. The "outlaw" is just the opposite. Some boy stands on the corner, post depression, watching dust and year old newspapers crawl through the fresh sprawl of the city. Dillinger hits a bank a few blocks up. The "motherfuckers deserve it," the old bastard mutters, "lucky we got some outlaw to pinch the asshole of these halfbreed suits." The boy stares on. Outlaws though, seem to be a dying breed of deviant. Camera's now rise virtually over every bugger's head, and the folks who attempt to wear the badge of an outlaw either merely fuckin blow it cause they get trigger happy, or simply have no room to vanish into folklore. God damn it, vanishing really was the best way to end a story. But now we see every last detail all the way to the dying uncontrolable shit to the inhuman mug of a rigamortice reaction. We need a new age of outlaws. We need a bunch of wormy bastards to scramble a few god damn security systems, followed by a massive raid into a Borders. Fuck paying twenty five dollars for a hardback, in some neighborhoods I could get a blow job with that kind of cash. But it's people like that who brought us to this crackden. Where did the respect go? This moment of time is a strange transistion.