The Second You Admit You’ve Been Fooled, You Are Free.

Newspapers sell advertising, not news.

Programming is about you, not television.

Your mind is not yours to make up. Shit ain’t adding up for you. Someone hijacked your noggin space and now you have a twisted clue about whom sets your rudder and sails. It ain’t you…

Where has your pareidolia gone? Why do the simplest patterns escape you? When was the last time you saw Jesus on cheese toast?

See? You even stopped asking yourself questions. You’re programmed to receive and your information highway is incoming only.

Best you hit the ditch and just set a spell. Sit for as long as your debt to reality will allow and, having passed that time, reset your elapsed time stopwatch to zero.

Treat your mind like the child that it is. Stop hoarding other streams of garbage and put up some shelves to start storing your own shit.

You’re the highest quality meat suit available. Treat your partner with respect. Stop filling it with garbage and take it for walks.

Your eyes, ears, nose and mouth are filling you with stuff. Read the fine print, be aware of directing your earshot, smell the coffee burning and add shit up before commenting.

“You don’t listen so well…” they will say.