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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

📔 Journal Entry 1: Snowflakes.

 Reconvening, in and out of reality, was a single man's thought. Oh, how this man was confused... There seemed to be pearls in his eyes one moment, and the next he were to be in a not-so-lovely place. Things just happened around him. Thoughts were splashing on a canvas in his mind. People from different corners of his social group gathered as he entered a new reality. Piles upon piles of emotions developed in a single notion. And then poof, feeling still remaining, but experience readjusting for a different life. And suddenly, sitting again here comes the unreal, doubts crossed his mind as he rose to the tower tops of the world. The only thing he had to blame was everyone and everything. He hated all as he put all of his twigs of doubt, reluctance, hatred, annoyance, guilt, deceit, and evil all bundled up next to a stone of his root. He burned this pile of twigs, and watched as they manifested in hallucinations of different times and places. In one eye, he saw his father suffering,

It's A Stats Game

Wake up, interim afoot Slow down, the silence is endearing. There's blood shed on the porch It's Thursday once more Grasps, rattling at the floor And here stands that assurance for tomorrow Peaking through the clouds The sun arises And peaking through my brows My eyes open to the fog. Heavy hearts of the percocet Blinding shadows of death in my sight And firing, barrages of love and harm Emotions rattling my core Fast bullets fly in my kitchen The stool falls to the floor I can't live like this I will die before I lie. My heart is piercing my eardrums God please forgive my thoughts, But I don't believe in you. Restless geodes dancing in the air, I can't tell if they're real. Spinning, swelling tears of a man And happiness of a war left me. There lay on my back, a receipt Five ninety-nine for a prime specimen The money spent on boozed dreadful women Beckoning calls from the sky To the director of events Whom thoughts of cheery concerts rushed in their head. Black