To Xerox one's own face off...
Hello world, here's a song that we're singing...
C'mon get happy...
Well I never! People demanding from me things which I would not freely give at times of great hardship never mind now, indeed especially now because although the hardship is not great it is still a hard ship of sorts. Diversity. Bah.
I do not think, therefore I am. Or rather, I do not think deeply, therefore I am ignorant. And in the majority of cases, ignorance is indeed bliss. The world is such a cheesecake of an operation that the ruling creator (or ruling committee of so-called, self professed "creators" who sat around a table in suits arguing over who should do what and why the seas were that colour and what the hell is this bloody wheel thing anyway... while the world was created by the lower-middle class behind their backs partly to spite them, but mostly because the lower-middle classes were the only ones who did any actual work and as such knew precisly what the world was meant to be) had to have been so preoccupied with the actual creation of the damn thing that the mental states of the poor ape-like creatures who inhabited (and came to believe they ruled) the planet were largely left to fend for themselves, seeking answers where they could.
This of course led to widespread bouts of mild insanity throughout the land (which continues to this day), where the 'people' of the planet were so wound up with what to wear, whom to buy it from so the appropriate label could be stuck on it and who to then parade it in front of at work, that they completely failed to realise they were wasting their time/life/energy/money/general reason for being (whatever it is). Of course, many 'people' still do this today. They are ignorant of outside matters, real worldwide matters, and are content to be so, just so long as their telly is sufficiently wide and flat enough. And they are of course encouraged to do so, by other (more powerful) people who are also obsessed, albeit to a greater degree, with the exact same things. We are a people of ignorance. We are a people run by little green pieces of paper. We are a people of bliss.
I need a bath, see you when I see you.
C'mon get happy...
Well I never! People demanding from me things which I would not freely give at times of great hardship never mind now, indeed especially now because although the hardship is not great it is still a hard ship of sorts. Diversity. Bah.
I do not think, therefore I am. Or rather, I do not think deeply, therefore I am ignorant. And in the majority of cases, ignorance is indeed bliss. The world is such a cheesecake of an operation that the ruling creator (or ruling committee of so-called, self professed "creators" who sat around a table in suits arguing over who should do what and why the seas were that colour and what the hell is this bloody wheel thing anyway... while the world was created by the lower-middle class behind their backs partly to spite them, but mostly because the lower-middle classes were the only ones who did any actual work and as such knew precisly what the world was meant to be) had to have been so preoccupied with the actual creation of the damn thing that the mental states of the poor ape-like creatures who inhabited (and came to believe they ruled) the planet were largely left to fend for themselves, seeking answers where they could.
This of course led to widespread bouts of mild insanity throughout the land (which continues to this day), where the 'people' of the planet were so wound up with what to wear, whom to buy it from so the appropriate label could be stuck on it and who to then parade it in front of at work, that they completely failed to realise they were wasting their time/life/energy/money/general reason for being (whatever it is). Of course, many 'people' still do this today. They are ignorant of outside matters, real worldwide matters, and are content to be so, just so long as their telly is sufficiently wide and flat enough. And they are of course encouraged to do so, by other (more powerful) people who are also obsessed, albeit to a greater degree, with the exact same things. We are a people of ignorance. We are a people run by little green pieces of paper. We are a people of bliss.
I need a bath, see you when I see you.
posted by Mystycal Tycoon at
9:30 PM
1 Comments:
so long, and thanks for all the fish.
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