Wasted PerceptionI wonder what will be left of my shell.
The outer coating of my resistance to show solidarity against the corporate world which surrounds me.
A complex distortion of self, part homogenized to love the products and brands of originality yet fully aware of a deep seeded disgust based within my soul that refuses the imagery they sell.
My mind is not my own but a series of ads telling me what to believe.
Buy this and you will be thin.
Buy these to really be loved.
Accept our constructed reality to stay content amid the disease of a failing system.
Watch our choose-your-own-reality to award a shell replicate of yourself both fame and fortune.
Pay no attention to the truth out the window, but feed yourself from the tit of corporate truth and reality.
Nature is the mistress of lies, seal yourself away and love the new family we provide you on Friday night.
Laugh at our blatantly fool hearted attempts to pull in the masses.
Be our lovers, you are no longer the lone savage staring blankly into
Life?This shallow pointless journey
is procreation the sole reason we are here?
To continue a path of darkness
the bleak future our only goal.
Help ourselves to the world around us
consume it before you are consumed.
Doomsday tales and shortened years
a day once long now a season in the blink of a eye.
Why if we only listened to the elders tell it
a lifetime passed feels like only weeks.
Is the constant pressure of servitude all for naught?
Break time for Ken He had the current hit by Ke$ha running through his head on repeat. Or maybe it was Britney Spears. Honestly it made no difference as he thought them all to be basically the same, a talent less drone of a girl with slightly better than average looks and some tits. Frankly just the fact the song was stuck there was the most frustrating part as he was trying to relax during his 15 minute break. Had he paid any attention to the small print at the bottom of the fifty television displays he would have been able to pinpoint exactly which of the "hack" performers had invaded his private time. Instead of taking a second to look behind him from the electronics counter he had been gawking at the phone rep, who deserved to be a mega-popstar in his mind if she could only sing a little or had a penchant to show more cleavage. He didn't really know much about her singing but clearly he couldn't raise his eyes to hers as she leaned on her counter.