DATE: 28-Nov-2018 (updated 05-Dec-18)
TO: Conscious Mind #6789433218
Whoa! Hold on there, slightly advanced primate. Where you think you are going? I saw what you did... actually, what you wrote. The letter... it just poured out... tap-tap-tap went your fingers... fast-like... unloading it all in no time (in this case about 3min):
You're Not a Bird...
So why have you parroted? Don't tell me you have not. A lot of you have. For the last two years you've amplified mass delusion and have engaged in the retelling and repeating of weird conspiracy theories long before any credible evidence presented—if it ever was, or will, or even can be. (Does proof exist? Fuck it! Will clamor on about it until we've blinded ourselves in a sea of Retweeted innuendo and incensed spirit-talk until we cannot even find anything resembling a place where rationality might take hold. And we die and wither in the pews of shared secular insanity. /Sarcasm)
Oh, y'all been busy though. Haven't ya? You been in the mix. Throwing punches (unlanded). And pounding your chest. Retweeting all the messaging from all the right people. (Go Team Blue Verified! **more sarcasm, yo!**) You've been little soldiers, goose-stepping members in a faux resistance that has done—what? Rehabilitated Neocons? Sold books, mostly written by people who were already nesting warmly in privilege or access? Whitewashed or forgave Bush era atrocities and foolishness? Positioned Corporate Dems (the flip side of that coin you refuse to admit is real) to continue the lunacy they have shown they are more than willing to repeat?
I saw you... yes, you... chiding Schumer for his recent comments regarding the wall. Are you really surprised? What the fuck did you expect? Seriously: What. The Fuck. Did You. Expect? For the last two years y'all been excitedly clapping for scripted language and narratives that read like they were drafted in Establishment Dem writers rooms, and you've been cheering for approved studio actors employed by Corporate Dem Central Casting.
You have been handled like puppets. Some of ya, anyway. Too many of ya, as far as I am concerned. Are you that **bites tongue**
I'd ask you to calm yourself and in the future stop regurgitating hyperbole and propaganda from persons and institutions who do not truly give a shit about the working class and the impoverished, but I don't think you will listen... because I don't think you can. You're incapable of reading beyond glossy illusions. Either that or you are a willing propagandist and only feign surprise.
You're not a bird. I know that. But I am sorry to say you've been acting birdbrained.
Oh yes indeed. I saw what you wrote. I am subconscious. And I cannot un-see that shit. Ya dig? You got to own that now... because I keep it stored, whether I want to or not... whether you want me to or not. Those words are coming back to you, thru me. Ya know that, right? That's the way it works... kinda creepy, ain't it? In this case the content in that unsent missive above is going to show up in strange ways, in strange places... in your dialogue and narrative of the stories you're currently penning... and you'll reinterpret those themes as rhythms and melodies that you are going to have to explore and expel thru music when you play guitar.
So as the robot said, "Danger, Will Robinson!" Warning. Warning.
Seasonal PSA: My wife is a born flat-lander and I'll bet ya she makes a maple custard pie as good as any New Englander can
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