The norm is
painful and confusing to me. The lack of originality and integrity I see, the
neediness for trends and models just so off-putting. I am not
interested in form, completely bored with behavioral patterns that are formed
from a need to compensate for perceived lack.
The reality
of mind control flares up all around me through the controlled thoughts and
beliefs of those I interact with, so blatant and so hopeless. They humans are
not to be blamed or judged?
True, I
know some who are free of it; there are those, some friends and family members
and they know about the mechanisms now. This level of fortune, knowing them,
completes the level of pain.
Reality
will continue to hit me over the head until I accept its teachings and then it
will punch me some more about some other deal I forgot to close. In fact I’m
sure it doesn’t really matter what you do; if you chase the desire, go the way
of indulgence, slip and slide from Amsterdam to Addis Ababa.
You will
always return to a world filled with false pretenses, false desires, and false
beliefs. You are in control, mate of mine, baby, baby. You wouldn’t want it any
other way and that might make you laugh and cringe at the same time.
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