Might be the point.
Hearing conversation and feeling pings within yourself.
This or that, some little trigger.
I think you should have as a few of those as humanly possible.
Doesn’t mean you have to commit, to marry one thought or another, one opinion or dividing force between
Conservative –
Liberal.–
Opinion is dogshit, because of the internet,, an over-saturation of faces and minds and Chinese cameras pointed at our own faces…
An over-saturation.
See, that’s no fun.
Not thought provoking, it’s advertisement.
Commercial..
Same old, same old..
Nothing Pure…
So the taboo catches the attention.
And that’s because you’re stupid.
People are jiggling emotional Keyes in front of your face, and you’re in your crib.
Enthralled.
En to the mutha-fuckin thralled..
Captivated and held in place,
Simmering with those babies feelings they’re trying to stir up.
Trying to LURE you.
Liars…they’re all liars.
And they make money,
And you have no control, because you’re just an audience..
And it’s fucked up, the audience has the numbers but no balls at all.
No nerve.
Too cozy,,
Too nerfed.
Highs. Mids. Lows..
The Lows are the Prols.
I dunno.,,.’
I regret sitting down to type.
Maybe I shoulda shut da da da da fuck up..
I don’t know….
What’s up with you?
Anything to report?
Are you taking all this in stride?
Bleh… the madnes…
Blarg.
I wish there was a monthly service to remove all politics from your eyes and ears . Like noise canceling headphones..but for life.
Blocks out the entire theater..
The moviemaker has to check in
“HEY! ARE YOU SHEEP LISTENING?”
(Send a virus..get them glued to the TV)
“ARE YOU READY FOR SATURDAY NIGHT? AT THE THUNDERDOME!!”
Going down for real..
Like a slow movie in a theater,,
Then someone starts clicking the lights on and off..
Are you paying attention?
Is this the most important thing in both worlds?
The public world and your PERSONAL space..
Nah son,
Invasive. Cancerous, this thing, this projection.
Tools utilized to stimulate emotion, therefore…causing reaction…
And if people knew about it?
They could manipulate you in mass.
Groups and troves.
World got real scary when it got so dang small. When you talk to yer neighbor wayyyy over there, but it’s just a button on a box…
Whole dang world man,,
Interconnected like a Savanah Spider web,, looking beautiful in the morning..
It’s terrifying man,
You feel me?
Of course you’ll lose sleep over it,
It’s made to rob your peace.
To strip you down,to STEAL your sense of calm.
The world is unsafe.
Might die in a car wreck, might have an asteroid land on your dick, might get toxoplasmosis and go out looking for cats…
You might…
I like when I can press the entire thing out of my mind, and it’s just play time.
That feels way better.
And see??
I took a shit in my diary, now i can walk off and play some music, i can pace around and think.
War don’t scare me none.
I’m too old,
(And crazy)
And nothing,, it’s the kids that’ll be affected.
Not me.
It’s my friend’s kids.
Them little chaps.. bouncing and playing right now.
Addicted to screens and processed foods)
Them soft ones..
There’s a good chance they’ll have their heads blown off in a foxhole.
Or a drone with explosives targets them,
Or a deployed drove with razor blades attached to the propellers, and they’re designed to charge in at people and slice their face..
And then I’d capture the enemy,
And I’d have a drone slowly inch towards them…razorblade rotor…
ANd then we chop up their face….
That’s what I see when I look at children!!
You’re going to go to war one day,,and that shit gone be BAD.
You’re not going to have a good time.
Rich kids will be controller the weapons, poor kids will be on the ground.
Fighting with future weapons!
Lots of crazy toys we know NOTHING about..secret shit…secret dangerous shit..
Field microwaves that instantly cook swarms of people,,ssssssssssss,
Humans.
People with stories…
Life is cheap, in the big theater, on the big stage….
Cheeeeeaaappppp.
So I’ll go live in a tent.
I’ll turn all this off for good.
I will exit,,, will be phonefree.L
Living under a bridge….
Pooping in a bucket.
dawn 