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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

DEATH.




DANCE


DANCE.


YOU WALK


AS YOU DECIDE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU, YOUR VISION STARTS COMING TOGETHER.


DISTRIBUTE YOUR BODY, ITS TIME FOR A GOOD TIME.


YOU DONT KNOW WHAT'S PLAYING ON THE RADIO, THAT MEANS ITS TIME TO PANIC.


ALL AROUND YOU ARE ROGUE BEINGS.


JESUS CHRIST, LAUGHTER IN YOUR HEAD


WHATS THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY IT? WILL ANYBODY NOTICE IF YOU DON'T? YOUR SOUL IS STRETCHED. YE TOLD YOU RIGHT. UNTOLD TRUTHS RIGHT? BACKWARDS LIGHTING, THE LIGHT SHOULD BE ON YOU. YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ALL OF THE POWER, WHY AREN'T YOU A TOTALITY OF THE SPECTRUM OF INDIVIDUALISM? FUCK THIS. "I'M NOT OKAY" YOU TRY TO TELL PEOPLE. THIS PIECE OF WORK ISN'T ENOUGH, FUCK THEM, FUCK LIFE. but why are you so mad? "I'M NOT MAD" YOU SAY. "THIS PIECE OF SHIT WON'T HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE."

YOU WALK OUT OF THE BAR WITH A CLUB IN YOUR HAND.

"TIME FOR THE SHOW".

BARRAGES OF HELPLESS FOOLS PASS THE LIGHT TO YOU, THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE. 

ELEVATE, 

ELEVATE, 

ELEVATE YOURSELF TO THE SHOW. DANCING YOU SWIRL WITH YOUR STEEL PIPE IN HAND, "i'm not okay" FINALLY YOU SHOW EVERYONE WHAT LIFE'S TRULY ABOUT, 

DEATH TO ALL OF THEM. 

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