Monday, October 27, 2008

production of nothing

This is nothing new. These days all that is required to influence the masses through voice is an aesthetic beauty. The machinery takes the talentless and mundane and turns it 180. What results is a picturesque quality free from natural gifts but pleasing all the same to what is perceived as pretty and talented. This is manufactured reality that has a fundamental principle of deceit; that which could be viewed as evil. Unnaturally as well, those manufactured beings all look the same and come packaged the same, and sound the same. Their regurgitation of lyrics not of real origin come off as plastic, sad, and purely empty. Those who find this to be good are products in time; they see no connection to falsities. What they see is packaging personified and nothing more. In this rediculousness comes greed, desire, lust, and a certain kind of person who covets; desires this and believes this as real and good; grand by design. 98.2 LLC XXX1 JB
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