the only thing that can be felt without the taint of the corporate
terror-stocracy is the person’s own thoughts, which even the
manipulators can figure a way around by subtly supplanting the things we
see around us into a surreal sense of hopelessness… our environment
becomes this alien landscape where cities seem central to commerce of
conformity, where we all begin to be dissected in the demographic
anthropomorphizing that other cultures suffer at the hands of the
‘takers’, and where all the people are trained into imbecility against
any free wishes they might otherwise have… all because this machine
needs to work so smoothly and sleekly so the shine never wears off… with
its nuclear family engines humming away at work or whatever duty
happens to be on the plate for that day, to be devoured with total
satisfaction and good night’s sleep at the end, and then start your
process all over again… with everybody moving at the same high rate of
efficiency, it is very selective when other people run into each other
and form attachments, and this is because the system makes certain that
its citizens are to stay within the boundaries of its greater filtration
control… somehow the general law forms a basic moral maze from which no
one ever gets out alive, unless the law of exception occupies your time
Here represented by the ‘B’ influences, and you can get away through
their symbolic ingestion… allowing yourself a complete change of
perspective, which might relate to a change in direction, or even where
life takes you in your quest for a personal discovery out of living at
all…
