Posted by Anonymous on 2021/04/15 under Life i am nothing but the outer shell of the conditioning i have recieved, i am mcdonalds, amazon, fox,, bbc, cnn, democrat,republican, bart simpson, mickey mouse, ice cream, tv, dvd, blueray, phone, cinema, movie, holiday. My inside is screaming to break free, this outer hollow shell of materalism is weighing down on the real me. im a product of the materalistic nonsense i have endured and pained through I have a four inch sparkling glitter carboard box of materalism wrapped around my body, with a real inner being of realness scratching to break free from the fakery outside shell. im a product of my tv screen, i am ET i am the goonies im karate kid, im the exorcist, im dirty dancing, im pretty woman, i am shallow hollow and nothing but someone elses ideas and symbols. im a victim of fakery and materalism imposed upon me, when i walk the street the bus poster permeates my brain, as the shop window, SALE, punishes my feeble mind into submission and subservience. For i am a PRISONER OF MORE. Im a victim of greed and money chasing, racing rat, f***ing rabbits, sex obsessed, porn obesessed, lunacy and hatred of inner wisdom. Ive pushed my inner soul down with fakery and nonsense, Iver covered myself in crap, ive sizzled in the s***, materalistic garbage, on the scrap heap, the dumpster, its all come out my ass, s***ting all across the floor, s***ting out materalism. ive shat out materalism and its all across the floor, we need to scrap it all up and flush it down the toilet where it belongs. im locked in a materalistic nightmare of day time tv, music your grannie would listen too. Looking at silicone boobies of an evening, fapping my little shrizzled acorn over breasts bigger than my head. Everyday materalism is ruining us all. we need to clean up our inner worlds. materalism is the disease thats rotting my soul from the outside, we need to shed this fake skin of nonsense. Materalism can never be quenched, it goes around in circles like saving money, you never have enough, its a pig chasing its tail, its fake, fakery, lunacy, controlling my feelings, my mind, my soul my life, my thoughts, and its forcing me into dark places, this fakery oh this patheticness, ridiculousness of crap. We have become fakery, caricatures of our former selves, now full of silicone breasts and bleached blonde hair, fake nails, plastic cheese, This is the nightmare, the materalism, the fakeness, oh the f***ing fakeness we have imposed upon ourselves, the terror of the mortal world. We have become so fake, we sit looking at screen, like digital sheep, posting materalistic selfies to look at me. LOOK AT ME, i am drinking a COFFEE. Aint i brilliant? dont i rock your world? Im exciting new fresh and unique. The first human to ever pose in a picture! Im a victim of the kardashians, kardashian me this, kardashian me that, im sick of seeing you fat arse twats. How dare you kardashians impose your weak wills on my being, i dont want to see you on my screen. how dare amazon, call itself amazon like the sacred rain forest, how dare apple call itself apple, how dare the cloud call itself the cloud, how dare the indian military call a missile the smiling buddha, how backwards we have become, how selfish, how obnoxious, what cretins, what absolute lunatics. How dare the tv screen impose its lunacy on my will, trying to bend and tweak it, mold it and frame it into its agenda. its subliminal messaging, its programming, its hateful agenda of fakery, materalism and utter nonsense, garbage, trash, s***ter than s***. because even s*** is pure. how dare politicians go to linguistics classes to learn hypnosis to use on tv, their fakery, im fine, im fine, ?, im smiling though my heart is breaking, ive covered my emotions, im all faked up. doublespeak, big brother nonsense of lunacy and stupidness. i like ridiculous things, that mean nothing, gain nothing, impose nothing, no hidden agenda behind them, like a rubber duck in a bath, its non threatening. all my clothes are made in china, i have no choice but to exploit the sweatshops and child workers, ive no choice, im a westerner, with a conscience, and no choice otherwise i am walking in rags, its chinese or nothing. If we exploit the chinese sweatshops and child workers anymore, they might commit suicide from working 23 hours per day, shaving the apple logo in their half drowsy slumber, yes your apple logo was designed by a famished, overworked chink, who almost died. isnt materalism lovely? The Coltan mineral from the congo inside most electrical appliances, exploiting, the africans, while controlling the westerners, for profit, cash, bunce, the super rich living in 5 star hotels, fapping their tiny acorn penis`s into expensive russian prostitutes, its love, im so in love, with a prostitute, i love her vagina and a******, it tasted of strawberry. Im king d***, im big cheese, im jerry maguire, im tom cruise in top gun, im cooler than you, im the man, im john travolta staying alive and a gangster in quarantino, im everything, my s*** dont stink, im a rich billioniare and i own the world. i can piss further than you, my piss can fly bout 10 metres, if i stand tall in my big man shoes.
how dare you visually rape me with your ever all seeing judgmental eyes of right and wrong, how dare you pigeonhole me.