Burning. Melting away the trivial discrepancies between us and them with a bone thrown in here and there... just enough to bear another overdose from the right. “Imaginary ills”... am I daydreaming an economic nightmare that is as real as life? That is life? Who holds the cards of diversion? Sidetrack a nation’s anger with tabloid. Robots reclaim thinking minds as the intolerance is shut off. A mind diverted is a mind shut off. Yeah, a mind diverted is a mind shut off. An active hand tied with passive sedation. What is trivial to an intolerant mind? To a discontent 83 percent? Apparently the tendency is to shatter reality with trivial matters. Our minds are set to corporate tabloidization.
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