There should be a law against all these giant ants.
If you spend your whole life crawling, looking through magnifying glasses, you might think the whole world is being invaded by giant ants.
Dirty cops, broken down houses and chaos in Africa. Politicians ripping each other apart and rich bitches being bitches. Immigrants and races and terrorism. Murder and robbery and rape. American bombs plowing into foreign fields, with a side of conspiracies calling in favors from several Senators. Class war, Wall Street and dead cheerleaders. If you watch the news and scour the internets, it happens all the time. But it doesn’t.
The box is selling you something, which is just a way of getting your ass in the seat. Millions of years taught us to listen to a certain kind of story. It’s all about fucking and food. People want to hear the story about the guy who got eaten by a lion, or the one about the woman who fucked her best friend’s husband. Who the hell cares about the human which had a normal day? Lions and whores get you in the seat.
You know it’s not your life. The normal day is the way of the life for most people. Still you rage for laws against the exception, anyway. The one that never effects you. You can’t see that you’re just another warm ass scared into a seat for sale to an advertiser. You live in fear and anger. You are just another class clown crawling along the sidewalk thinking you are being threatened by giant ants.
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oldmanyellsatcloud reblogged this from clintirwin and added:
‘Max’ would appreciate this.
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