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33. We are nothing but stationary objects with far too many surfaces to be placed upon. We sit, and watch, as our leaders fist-fuck all the green they can out of our earth...we are nothing but the lubricant. As they pull the lights from the sky, it all starts to blacken, to diminish, to fade away. Almost as slowly as the light fades from our eyes as we watch our souls decorate the mantle-places of the elite. Auctioned off at the lowest of prices to the most perverse of our masters. Now we are no longer allowed to even pick our own poison, every one of them are shoved down our throats like animal crackers served with too much milk at a preschool social function. What are we to do with all of this conformity? Do we wear it like a badge of honor as our molesters watch and salivate at the thought of taking advantage of our under-aged brains? Or do we toss it to the ground in disgust and find that even our most precious loved ones have no place for somebody in their world who is so ungrateful to the system? Happiness is not a word, it has no real definition, no absolute truth, only a series of imperfect imitations of crayon-drawn fantasies designed to occupy the senses and keep the body in check. Humanities existence has disproved, completely, Darwin's theory of evolution. The survival of the fittest does not apply to us as a species anymore. If we were truly crafted in gods image, then he must be ashamed of the reflection he sees in the mirror, that we as a species, have held in front of him. My fear is not the weakness and frailty we show in our imitations of him. My fear is that our imitations are accurate portrayals. How can we be so tired of it all, when we are asleep our whole lives? Can they make enough popcorn for all of us to enjoy this spectacle? Watch, as two icons on the same side of the coin battle in rubber monster costumes for the control of your attention. Watch as the clones of marionettes disguised as thespians dance across the E! network, publicly displaying all of the trophies earned by their deception. Watch as McDonald's and Walmart star in a homemade porno spawning corruption on a scale that'll make all of congress shake in their snake-skin boots. This is our world, these are our decisions, this is our fault...So sit back, shut the fuck up, and enjoy the show.