We are brought up with the notion that the most important part of our development as people is based upon us becoming individuals.  We are taught to strive to be unique independent people and throw off the conformist bonds of society.  We are taught to embrace diversity and differences and respect everyone else’s culture whatever it might be. Despite this whenever you meet someone who you don’t know you the first thing you ask is "Where do you live?" "What do you do?" "What movies do you like?"  We pry people for simple information that we can make a connection to. "Boston? I used to live in Boston!"  "You’re a teacher? My Mom was a teacher!" "You like the Cohen Brothers? I love Cohen Brothers Movies!"  We feed on familiarity.

Instead of embracing differences we look to destroy as many differences as possible in people that we associate with.  We try to make the people we associate with as similar to ourselves as we can.  To make matters worse people are receptive to this destruction of their unsatisfactory self in order to feel more comfortable in their surroundings.  This process of social molding is what drives most social interactions and is what leads to the large scale cultural trends.  So how do we deal with this constant threat to our individuality? We could give up and admit that we are not in fact individuals but merely products of our surroundings just absorbing whatever our surroundings give us.  Doesn’t sound so appealing.  We have another option however,   if we are able recognize society’s trend towards sameness we can use this to our advantage.   We have the power to influence our surroundings just as much as the next person so we have the ability to give as good as we get.  We have the same effect on everyone else’s reality as they have on us and despite having been influenced by our past surroundings we still have unique individual interpretations of our past.  Everyone, no matter how socially brainwashed, has the ability to create real individual thought but most just choose not to.

End Transmission

Noah Bin Laden- introducing contraband
Insect and animal species into areas
Devoid of natural predators.
Natural selection is fought
Out in defoliated forests;
Future nature begins to flourish and
Everything begins to change.

There’s a thought I had the other day about religion. Before I tell you what it is I suppose I should preface this thought by saying that I do believe in a spiritual existence of some kind. That is, I think there is more to existing than what we think we know. All religions are aware of and based upon this spiritual essence. They call it god, with a capital g. 

What if Forensics finds the Answer to our corporate crime scene? Will the real honest truth be published without having to consult our RSS savvy goddess?

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Dear Sirs and Gentlewomen,

We here at the nonsense factory are proud to present our newest product! We are producing the cure for the common man by the thousands and we are happily taking new orders every day! You should see our factory floor! We’re just so happy to be a part of this fantastic process that we have decided to sell our product for an amazing profit! We’re doing our part to help keep under-appreciated brazilian families in the streets that they so diligently grew up in. So hop on board partner as we make sure to suit your every need as our loving costumer, so long that you keep us happy with your continued adherence to the status quo.

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Hobottom looked up from the blocky lettering on the half empty pill bottle fixing his view on the masking tape outline surrounding the former resting place of a filing cabinet.

"They took it all out?"

"Yep filed in like a bunch of marines and took the damn things out. I put down the tape just to make sure I remembered what was even here before they got here. There doesn’t seem to be a whole hellava lot left to look at."

"Yeah I know. I’m used to that by now"

Hobottom got up from his knee and patted his pockets.  Pulling out a sleek white cylinder and

"You smoke?"

"No, sorry."

Flame.

Cloud.

Darkness.

Nothing.

A breath touches his lungs.

"Maybe we’re not ready to find out yet."

The truth is right behind your bed.

Thrilling cascades of information making their way down your head.

You gamble your debts and then you’re dead.
Fred said…

This sacred rite was always uttered as the young learners stepped though the smoky jungle entrance into the temple of forgiveness. Rushing, monkey arms flailing through the entrance hallway, feverishly gnashing at their former self images.

Mirror Ridges.

Lighting Bolt Landscapes.

Truly a work of an accidental Mindfuck.

This is exactly what is happening.