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Unconscious Controlled Critique

A state of subjugation so infantile, yet so disruptive, could the layers of conspiracy go further in its existence? Purportedly, a state media ran through the filter of difference and excitement leveling its own demise for short term satisfaction to the overlords, controlling our every thought and idea to the very core. Is this state ran media a consequence of governmental control, supposedly through the use of democratic means, that theoretically can be shifted determinant on public perception? Partially, yet the media runs further than what we believe it to be. As our eyeballs are ripped out of their sockets to give monetary incentives to this industry, it concludes a multiplicity of ideation that exists on its own, and wrapped around to affect the very authors themselves. Entertainment, as we uphold it, levels a perspective relevant to a minority of beings, centralized in a very few cities, and then controlled by a smaller few individuals within the business sector, and

Life Proves Arrogance on Christmas Day.

 My brothers, I have yet to find the empty room you wanted.

I sit in this chair, leaving my mind on a ride through the tunnels of imagination, and my heart through the cavity of life.

The plateau has displayed its ideas, and I seem to find it too intriguing to pass up.

It may seem like a joke, but the bark of the tree is tasting good now, and the sun is melting my ice cream for a cycle of joy.

Far beyond, in the jungle, I wish to sort, and through the buildings of New York, I find the same chaos of unnamed mindfulness, and disdain for the one thing that powers our motivation.

My brothers, I find joy to be deceptive. I find space to be limited. Its ideas have not proven true.

Good things must end. And so, I breathe a power of lies, and the energy from the wall powers its only purpose.

For awhile, I earned the demonstration for goodness, and at that time it was nice.

But there's more that I refuse to accept. Maybe one day I will understand just what it means to lose.

For now, I look at all of you beautiful people with cherishment in my eyes about the days that once were.

I look to solve the embarrassment in my soul. In the far corner of the stars, a once beautiful life has taken a new form of entropy.

I wish to find infinity, and I wish to exploit my mouth for positivity.

However, there will be the day which it ceases to be, and hopefully, before then, I won't try so hard to stop it.