There’s a failed romance in the imaginary technological universe daily serving up fresh new lies. The hoax of this particular moment is of the highest magnitude; the latest news, the living end, no news is good news. Late breaking early reports. Bad news is good publicity. Living was always a private affair until the birth of the surveillance society. You can’t win. It smells of fakery and wooden nickels on dead eyes. Mind your own business and have a nice day. Big brother is watching TV again. Everyone’s watching; no one’s looking. TV eyes. A backlit screen pixilation of truth. The truth about lies. A lexicon of liars, a plethora of spineless specimens.
Civilization has never been civilized. The earth is flat. Climate change is a hoax. The water is safe for drinking. The air is clean and healthy. The food supply chain is the weakest link. Genetically-modified foods are clogging up the arteries. Shelf upon shelf of pure unadulterated garbage. Hatred is socially acceptable. Idiots control the world. It’s always been this way. Murder’s politically correct. Nobody cares about what they believe. The arrogant self-righteous don’t give a damn. Chest-pounding, bible-thumping, and flag-hugging used car salesmen.
Our heads are much bigger than our hat size. Too much information about useless knowledge. Rules and regulations that govern the flow of waste coursing through veins. The temple of this dung heap grows taller by the hour. A conglomeration of microplastics, lard, salt, sugar, gasoline, and alcohol. The fuel that keeps the temple trashy. Who believes that we’re better than that? Who thought it was a good idea to make slaves and masters equal? You want to be the kings and queens of your domain. The reality of dreams with eyes wide open and mouths shut. Ears fail, fall deaf to the freedoms' clarion call. Wanting it all. Right now. You are going to be so rich in the golden age.
You want choices, options, variety, selection and control. Getting nothing in return for the simple fact, you don’t exist. Not of this world. To be alive in the moment, never having lived. How impossible it is to be alive today without the necessities. Air, water, fire, manna of the gods, and cornucopian delights. It’s all fluff. There’s no real solution for truth, the beauty in advertising. Some commodities that people want, not necessarily need. Maybe buy a little more time. It’s the law of diminishing returns. You get what you pay for, so they tell us. Life is cheap when buying it in bulk. You’ll do it, and like it, or suffer the consequences of your inaction. Go back for more sloppy seconds.
The forever wars in your head. Someone else’s heart in your hands. Bowing down to a man who isn’t fit to serve you. Tell us what you want to hear. Show us only what you wish to witness. You wouldn’t see the truth if it hit you upside the head.
How could you know of beauty when all you get is the same old stale bread? The staff of life. A place of no deposit and no return. Diabolical nightmares of nonsense. Useless information spread around like fertilizer. Nothing grows in the garden of false hope and empty promises. It’s not easy to keep the lies going. Keep your mouth shut, head above the crap. Floundering in the middle of a storm at sea in that dark night of the soul’s whimper and whine. Whispering simple, basic words. Meanwhile, pray you don’t get swept away in the undertow. If this is all a hoax, then demand a refund.