CUT TO COMMERCIAL Ladies and gentlemen, the world is much larger and stranger than you have been led to believe there are extraordinary things in your everyday lives there are hidden treasures in familiar shadows you have been kept shielded shielded from the dangerous and untamable world of the actual we hand it all to you on a plate packaged and pristine the blandly mass-produced trinkets the omnipresent corporate cafes the unchallenging brainless autotuned overprocessed media that fills your screens and airwaves weve anaesthetised you like a Huxleyan Soma with all the aroma of neatness and control whilst the disorder of your anarchic nature has been pounding at your soul we can never be like you so we reduce you to simplicity but you have sparks of divinity you are married to infinity we make you fear your imperfections but in fact they are the diamond of your being and they will always offer unimaginable variations you have forgotten how to dream because we have removed it from your language but there are things inside you that are mysterious and magical and impossible to explain and if anything cannot be rationally explained then our machines will not compute you are being watched, my friends you are taxed livestock you are numbers on our screens and you are seeking little other than the peaceful parade of pictures on screens the tranquil melody of corporate lullaby this is an invitation put down your newspapers turn off your tvs because there is a war being waged for your minds and youre starting to feel scared youre starting to forget just how free and powerful you really are deep inside you there is a roaring fire that is not cooled by comfort or tamed by fear a fire that burns in all things a fire that can drag your fellow beings out of stagnant waters and re-imagine your world with no leader or station no grants from rich foundations a world that is not made of atoms but stories a world that shifts its shape with every passing daydream that intervenes your daily routines and the narcotic moments of creative bliss the bizarre stomach flutterings with the lovers you kiss the complex structures you devise and the endless nights shooting stars into your eyes there are trails of light in your collective dreams there is sentience in your discarded machines everything in this world is intoxicating everything is on fire all the time and you are bound only by the limits of your imagination everything else will follow the world will follow as above so below a new heaven and a new earth
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 20:23:23 +0000
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