comaudience

the audience doesn't want you to scream at them, but they need you to scream at them. you need to shock them awake, shake them out of their buttery amerikan coma. otherwise, they won't want to hear the truth. they'd buy anything but. they spend so much money on the lie, they wouldn't know the truth if it was wrapped up like a shiny product. drugs, food, cellphones, rap muzik, reality tv, talentless famous sluts and boy bands and beaver and minimum, we're all the problem, but we have so many issues, including denial, that we accuse all the right people of having our problems. i would know, my own mother and my ex act that way. i know the problem, which gives me the ability to call all of you on all your issues. my mom told me the other day, that i don't know anything about psychology, then i had my very sane, very intelligent, very cool doctor tell me i am not crazy. who would i believe. question everything. question everything, or you will not survive. humanity will not survive. we are already extinct, we're just drugged so far deep into this delusion, we don't know it yet. the puppet masters have taken cuntrol, and we're phuked. we bought their cellphones and watched their puppet show, and were too complacent to get off our asses and take back our freedom. freedom we should be born with and have naturally, not have loaned to us by our faceless parental phigures, and then taken away when we're too phuking docile to notice. how those two words look eerily similar. choose one or the other, but make a phuking choice. don't just cower and let them kill you. act one, was the amerikan dream, the birth of mcdonald's, and the death of jfk. act two, the dream turned into a nightmare. at this point of the puppet show, they want all your money. the president tells you, 'i want you to go shopping', but you never wonder why, cause the products are so shiny to buy. act three, the nightmare turns into a coma, with paris hilton, justin beaver's haircut, lady gagwhore's third attempt at talentless slut popularity, and for the grand finale, the audience dies. wake the phuk up.

it's a distraction. you can be a wake and bake, or a shake awake.