All a gun does is focus an explosion in one direction. You have a class of young strong men and women, and they want to give their lives to something. Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don't need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don't really need.
-Fight club
When something happens in a flash or a dearm thats hard enough to remember, or fleet enough to bury reappears again and again the mirror that you see. You fail to recognise, to see and scream for its joy. Then either your existance is questionable or the of everything that is without you. The generation of brainless, braindead organic structures walking on the planet trying to intimidate one another in the limits of astray. Teaching, learning, eating, multiplying at the rate unknown to itself. And these creatures fighting for its survival, fighting for everything, fighting for nothing is all but just a image of yourself.
Propelled by the free will of others, drowned in the ecstacy of lies and we are creating future vaporsing every fcking thing which is marketed, sold and burried in the plethora of limitless ignorance, hoping for something or someone to change. All our lives have been a usefully used, manupulated and ruined by chasing things like the dog chasing a car. We have no purpose, no questions, no understaning about ourselves, yet trying to improve others in dignified version of rape. The future is that there is no future. Atleast to the point where you stop thinking about it. spinning planets, sheeny stars, All you know and all you don't!!
Focus the thoughts, reflet the light, show me the glow, and show me the flight to a true and more real world than ours!!!
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