Just another day in delirium......

Bang your fucking drums and throw a parade. This week's flavor is here. It doesn't matter if you buy it, sell it, or even like it...all that matters is that its new and you acknowledge it. Keep taking sides - like it matters. As you draw your last breath, what will your last thought be? Will you die content that you backed a winner or will you simply hope that someone remembers your name? News flash: you won't live forever. By the time you care, it's probably too late anyway. Until then, you'll pay for poison and neglect your children into submission. The electric babysitter is dead but there's a wireless village waiting to raise them for you. All you have to do is breed more than the others and consume. Thinking isn't cool...it never has been. That's what Jesus Washington said in the Bible's Bill of Rights. There's no genius in homogeneous. Pledge allegiance to the Corporations that kill your land. Enjoy the chemicals you ingest and digest and crap back out into the rivers. You've come a long way baby...but you're still just a slave. Fed a lie of freedom, you wait for the bells to ring. School bells, lunch bells, church bells - ding dong, conformity calling. Punch a clock, be a rock, be all you can be. Uncle Sam doesn't want you...but he does need you. He needs you to believe. Fairy tales have happy endings...at least once upon a time they did. Mommy lied when she told you to share. All you have to be is better than everyone else. All you have to do is believe. The founding fathers believed in slavery...nothing has changed. The emancipation was proclaimed, but like forgotten luggage, remains unclaimed. The few still own the many, by way of jobs and dollars and pennies. The story's the same, and we're all to blame; too busy waiting for someone else to do something for us.

(Damn...I should've been a beatnik)

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The Money Miser

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FEEDING SERGEI

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