False Independence

Have you ever been on the verge of an intellectual epiphany, only to be interrupted by the philosophical revelation that we are all just One. Big. Fucking. Experiment?

Look around.  Take a long, hard look, and tell me that you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about.
Perhaps next time to avoid the paranoid looks from the less cerebral members, I should qualify the revelation as one occurring  in a the deeply philosophical, slightly stoned way.  Indeed.

We are all puppets. Marionettes held hostage by the master manipulators, the grand puppeteers.

We are all neighbors in a HUGE, Petri dish.

A colony of fools in a BERNAYS-IAN case study of the Freudian marketing gods-Nothing but a fucking sadistic focus group.

Think about it.

They are the Experimenters. We are the subjects.

They tell us what to eat, what to wear, what to think-

What to buy, what to sell, what to use, and what to drink-

They tell us we’re too fat, too short, too skinny, too flat-chested-

Too bald, too gray, too old, too limp–too unmolested –

They poison the air, the water, the food-

They poison our minds and alter our moods.

They genetically modify, inject, and manipulate

The salaciously sadistic business of manufacturing fate.

No one is immune, few things remain pure.

They keep all of us sick… just to sell us a cure-

They own the satellites, the towers, the drones-

They target the schools, churches, businesses, and homes.

They encourage us to observe others who ‘star’ in reality shows, playing a role, playing themselves, playing themselves, playing the roles; while programming us to share the most intimate details of our lives with perfect strangers in our own, personal, seemingly secure- sometimes obscure, virtual reality game.

 And, there they are…

 Waiting, watching-

 Listening and learning-

 Target. Observe. Report.

 Record. Revise. Replay.

 Hypnotize us, mesmerize us.  Exploit us.

  Be Aware.

Get out of the cloud, and into your life – Annie