You can't go up anymore- your growth is stunted. You have no future, go back from whence you came- there is no room for you here. Everyone has dreams and yours is just another on a long, long dusty list of American Dreams that couldn't be fulfilled through the aid of government benefits, a silver spoon or your own two hard working hands.
You're smart? You're driven? You're creative? You have goals? You want to BE somebody- leave something of yourself behind to be remembered after you die? We have thousands of applicants with those exact same qualifications and aspirations. They're all slightly better than you-so what makes you so important?
What makes you so important?
Compared to everyone else, what sets you apart from the rest? You're all beautifully different aren't you? You are unique...just like everybody else.
Show us what sets you apart.
Show us.
Show us, show us, show us.
Cause we like a good show and if you aren't viral, pretty, or another child prodigy Einstein, you are just wasting our oh so very valuable time.
You have very beautiful blue eyes. Blue is your favorite color, you say? It's like 90% of everyone's favorite color too. That answer is too basic, give us something more. What about your eyes?
You say that they notice things that others don't? What do you mean you can see the social injustices of the world? The injustices of the systems we have so carefully built for you- for us? For the good of this country; for the good of the world.
I have a sister/friend/cousin/mother/grandma/coworker/teacher/friendwithbenefits/wife/girlfriend/prostitute/daughter that says that she doesn't feel the same way that you do. Maybe those inequalities that you’re seeing don't really exist if those other women say that they don't. I mean, they are women, just like you. They would know.
It's not like we are putting them on a pedestal while force-feeding them gender rolls filled with .77 cents to the $1.00 to make them stupid happy. Content to just sit there, complacently swinging their perfectly manicured feet, smiling for a camera that adds ten pounds.
Others like you are making mountains of mole hills. Go burn your bra or something. You seem to be the only one seeing the problem, so maybe that makes you the problem. If you don't like it-just leave. Nothing is keeping you here.
Nothing is keeping you here.
You see a glass ceiling? We see the clouds beyond it. Glass is meant to be looked through- not looked at. Stop seeing the things that are limiting you and start looking at what you can do in the small cramped confines of the cardboard box we have placed you in. I see here on your Instagram that your cat George really enjoys cardboard boxes. So why can't you?
Stop seeing the cracks in our foundation. Stop seeing. Just turn your eyes off like we've programmed everyone else to do. Just step over those cracks, you don’t want to break your mother's back-or her heart would you? Besides, we don't want to focus on those things- there is no time to focus on them because Kim Kardashian just dyed her hair blonde and looks like Draco Malfoy.
Others like you are making mountains of mole hills. Go burn your bra or something. You seem to be the only one seeing the problem, so maybe that makes you the problem. If you don't like it-just leave. Nothing is keeping you here.
Nothing is keeping you here.
You see a glass ceiling? We see the clouds beyond it. Glass is meant to be looked through- not looked at. Stop seeing the things that are limiting you and start looking at what you can do in the small cramped confines of the cardboard box we have placed you in. I see here on your Instagram that your cat George really enjoys cardboard boxes. So why can't you?
Stop seeing the cracks in our foundation. Stop seeing. Just turn your eyes off like we've programmed everyone else to do. Just step over those cracks, you don’t want to break your mother's back-or her heart would you? Besides, we don't want to focus on those things- there is no time to focus on them because Kim Kardashian just dyed her hair blonde and looks like Draco Malfoy.
Those things that you see are all in your head. You're over thinking things. Here, have some chocolate and watch the Superbowl. Or better yet, go get me a beer and make me a sandwich and be happy just like everyone else.
Just like everyone else.
Yeah, you can try and work part time to help pay for your tuition, fees, books, scantrons (I still want Michael Bay to name a Decepticon scantron), pencils, food, medical expenses, rent, car payment, insurance, gas, phone bill, and let us not forget the most important thing: TOILET PAPER.
Working and going to school isn't easy and yes Cs get Degrees, but As get Baes.
And textbooks. They will update every single textbook every single year and only add one sentence so you can't borrow your roommate's old one and they will charge you over $250.00 for it.
You can math right?
$250.00 x 4 (or 5) classes =a steady diet of Ramen Noodles, Mac and Cheese, Spaghetti O's and Coffee.
-Multiplied by an astronomical amount of stress, loneliness and feelings of inadequacy.
-Add never being good enough.
-Divide it all by dreading to wake up every morning only to do the same thing all. over. again.
-Carry the heavy amounts of guilt, expectations, and overdraft bills proving that you have no money to get yourself anywhere in life.
And you have your answer:
Welcome to college where we will take your money, your hopes, your dreams, your tears, your ideas, your aspirations and even your soul. Only to give you back an empty shell crippled with student loan debt, a tassel to hang limply off the side of your head and a worthless piece of paper (cause that field isn't hiring) that will keep you warm for a night, if you set it on fire.
Who is good and who is bad?
Where are the wolves in sheep's clothing? Or is that just what the Fox says?
Who will cry wolf when there are no actual sheep left, for we've turned them all into wolves.
One Nation
Under God.
America embraces multiculturalism.
Do we even have souls anymore? Does God have the answer? Does science? And if they do have the answer, will we even want to hear it? We have many eloquent words to describe a being that peaced out forever ago. Spoiler alert: he still hasn't come back for us yet. Maybe there is a reason why.
Just like everyone else.
We want you to be yourself: wait. No. Not like that.
You're being yourself wrong. Be unique, but don't be too different from the mold we have created for you- for everyone. One size fits all. Standardized tests for the living. Because we want you all to be beautifully basic. This isn't Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Here, take these classes you don't really need for your actual major, but we are requiring it because it's good to have an overall basic education in bullshit. Plus we get to make a profit off it, so why not?
Education has turned into a business to prey off the dreams and hopes of innocent children wet behind the ears in their adulthood. They don't understand what bottom line they are signing their name on when handed that feathery pen full of empty promises. They've been programmed since birth that this is the only way to a better life. So, they take that pen and sign away their childhood innocence on student loans.
You're being yourself wrong. Be unique, but don't be too different from the mold we have created for you- for everyone. One size fits all. Standardized tests for the living. Because we want you all to be beautifully basic. This isn't Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
Here, take these classes you don't really need for your actual major, but we are requiring it because it's good to have an overall basic education in bullshit. Plus we get to make a profit off it, so why not?
Education has turned into a business to prey off the dreams and hopes of innocent children wet behind the ears in their adulthood. They don't understand what bottom line they are signing their name on when handed that feathery pen full of empty promises. They've been programmed since birth that this is the only way to a better life. So, they take that pen and sign away their childhood innocence on student loans.
Just wanting to get it done, get it done
GET. IT. DONE.
They've sold their soul to a many-limbed devil (hail hydra) to exchange their mermaid tails for human legs. They walk onto a barren wasteland filled with Corporate Power, Capitalistic Greed, Climate Change, Sexism and Discrimination all topped with World Hunger. They've agreed to a student debt they cannot fully repay that will only be forgiven in their death.
GET. IT. DONE.
They've sold their soul to a many-limbed devil (hail hydra) to exchange their mermaid tails for human legs. They walk onto a barren wasteland filled with Corporate Power, Capitalistic Greed, Climate Change, Sexism and Discrimination all topped with World Hunger. They've agreed to a student debt they cannot fully repay that will only be forgiven in their death.
Yeah, you can try and work part time to help pay for your tuition, fees, books, scantrons (I still want Michael Bay to name a Decepticon scantron), pencils, food, medical expenses, rent, car payment, insurance, gas, phone bill, and let us not forget the most important thing: TOILET PAPER.
Working and going to school isn't easy and yes Cs get Degrees, but As get Baes.
And textbooks. They will update every single textbook every single year and only add one sentence so you can't borrow your roommate's old one and they will charge you over $250.00 for it.
You can math right?
$250.00 x 4 (or 5) classes =a steady diet of Ramen Noodles, Mac and Cheese, Spaghetti O's and Coffee.
-Multiplied by an astronomical amount of stress, loneliness and feelings of inadequacy.
-Add never being good enough.
-Divide it all by dreading to wake up every morning only to do the same thing all. over. again.
-Carry the heavy amounts of guilt, expectations, and overdraft bills proving that you have no money to get yourself anywhere in life.
And you have your answer:
Welcome to college where we will take your money, your hopes, your dreams, your tears, your ideas, your aspirations and even your soul. Only to give you back an empty shell crippled with student loan debt, a tassel to hang limply off the side of your head and a worthless piece of paper (cause that field isn't hiring) that will keep you warm for a night, if you set it on fire.
But just in case, here is a box of matches that were free over at the Trump Tower. If you get cold again, just light yourself on fire and do us all a favor and shut up.
There are people that have it worse than you, so why are you complaining? What's up with you lazy people always wanting free handouts from the government? Those are funded with my tax dollars you know. You are basically working for me.
The holes in the public education system exist, but we pretend that they don't because we are too busy focusing on praying the gay away. Or making them GO away by beating iron hands bloody on a book that would rather have a father sacrifice his own two daughters to be raped and beaten by an angry crowd than to have it happen to the 2 male angels visiting his house. [Genesis 19:1]
All work and no time for play makes Missy a very inquisitive girl.
But I digress.
I know I keep doing that- sometimes my thoughts are hard to string together in a coherent pattern that makes sense. I don't know if it's my ADHD, the Adderall or the large amounts of green tea and coffee that powers this operating system of mine. I feel like I am due for an update anytime, I have all these bugs in my system that need to be worked out and I keep getting these complaints from Users. But the programmer seems to have forgotten about me and is too busy playing that stupid Flappy Bird App that is getting loads of attention and money from the ever demanding public.
And money is everything in this world we live in, you know.
College is shitty, but it will all be okay.
Okay?
Okay.
No, it's not okay. You're not John Green and all our stars seem to be faulty. I'm not a cancer patient with a perfectly fictitious boyfriend who has one leg. My relationship status is Netflix a carton of ice cream, and my refrigerator for crying out loud.
But tell me something.
If someone says something so many times. Repeats it over and over again to themselves, like a personal mantra- does that make it true? Can someone convince themselves the validity of a lie?
What if you write it down. Seal it with the blood of ink on paper. Make it into a book and make other people believe in it. Believe your carefully woven lie. That makes it a truth right? Isn't that how history and religion are created? With the blood, sweat, tears and dreams of the oppressed to create the black colored ink used to write the words of the oppressor with their grand feathery quill?
Let me distract you with this pretty feather pen that I let you borrow earlier to sign your life away, while I use it to write the lies of a generation and create a world where I am the victor.
But who really wins in this story?
Who wins?
Because winning is everything.
How do you find the monsters, when they are inside our own heads.
Hidden behind human masks of "Hi, how are yous" and "I'm fines".
All work and no time for play makes Missy a very inquisitive girl.
But I digress.
I know I keep doing that- sometimes my thoughts are hard to string together in a coherent pattern that makes sense. I don't know if it's my ADHD, the Adderall or the large amounts of green tea and coffee that powers this operating system of mine. I feel like I am due for an update anytime, I have all these bugs in my system that need to be worked out and I keep getting these complaints from Users. But the programmer seems to have forgotten about me and is too busy playing that stupid Flappy Bird App that is getting loads of attention and money from the ever demanding public.
And money is everything in this world we live in, you know.
College is shitty, but it will all be okay.
Okay?
Okay.
No, it's not okay. You're not John Green and all our stars seem to be faulty. I'm not a cancer patient with a perfectly fictitious boyfriend who has one leg. My relationship status is Netflix a carton of ice cream, and my refrigerator for crying out loud.
But tell me something.
If someone says something so many times. Repeats it over and over again to themselves, like a personal mantra- does that make it true? Can someone convince themselves the validity of a lie?
What if you write it down. Seal it with the blood of ink on paper. Make it into a book and make other people believe in it. Believe your carefully woven lie. That makes it a truth right? Isn't that how history and religion are created? With the blood, sweat, tears and dreams of the oppressed to create the black colored ink used to write the words of the oppressor with their grand feathery quill?
Let me distract you with this pretty feather pen that I let you borrow earlier to sign your life away, while I use it to write the lies of a generation and create a world where I am the victor.
But who really wins in this story?
Who wins?
Because winning is everything.
How do you find the monsters, when they are inside our own heads.
Hidden behind human masks of "Hi, how are yous" and "I'm fines".
Who is good and who is bad?
Where are the wolves in sheep's clothing? Or is that just what the Fox says?
Who will cry wolf when there are no actual sheep left, for we've turned them all into wolves.
We've created monsters-smart phone zombies-one nation
under god with liberty and justice for all.
Justice for all#Yes all Women
#Not all Men.
Justice for all#Yes all Women
#Not all Men.
We're spoon fed anti-depressants and anxiety pills through McDonald's Big Macs and lies watered down with Diet Coke to make them easier to swallow. We realize that we have nowhere to go on this yellow brick road muted with the flickering florescent lights of the golden arches lighting the way-our new North Star.
We are trapped in a system that we can't escape from and they will never let us leave. We are prescribed pills to keep us silent, to keep us complacent in the flesh and bone prisons they have created for us. Prisoners in our own minds. Drugged for pre-existing conditions pushed onto us at birth, a national debt never to be repaid. Red white and blue babies born on the American conveyor belt with our hands over our hearts, pledging allegiance to something we literally can't even--
We are trapped in a system that we can't escape from and they will never let us leave. We are prescribed pills to keep us silent, to keep us complacent in the flesh and bone prisons they have created for us. Prisoners in our own minds. Drugged for pre-existing conditions pushed onto us at birth, a national debt never to be repaid. Red white and blue babies born on the American conveyor belt with our hands over our hearts, pledging allegiance to something we literally can't even--
Comprehend because they dumb us down with drugs and media. Dumb us down with things that don't matter. They keep us running on this hamster wheel- too busy to think, too distracted to see, too numb to feel.
They make Higher Education a joke that we are tired of laughing at because we don't want to be their punchline punching bags anymore. The voices of truth meant to wake us up are drowned out with the voices of the Media filled with hidden agendas surreptitiously slipped into our entertainment- for your entertainment.
We will return to your paid programming after a few short messages.
We will return to your paid programming after a few short messages.
Paid programming. We are essentially paying for our own brainwashing. We even look forward to it because it helps to distracts us from the problems that we know exist in this world that we can do nothing about.
Sometimes it's nice to just relax on a Lazy Boy chair, put your feet up and lie back. Deep sigh as you let out the breath of polluted air filled with fossil fuel and words you've been holding inside for so long. Set your brain to idle as you watch image after image flash on a screen only to disappear. You let yourself go numb watching a reality that isn't even your own.
Sometimes it's nice to just relax on a Lazy Boy chair, put your feet up and lie back. Deep sigh as you let out the breath of polluted air filled with fossil fuel and words you've been holding inside for so long. Set your brain to idle as you watch image after image flash on a screen only to disappear. You let yourself go numb watching a reality that isn't even your own.
We focus on the colors of a stupid white/gold-blue/black dress, when we should be focusing on the blue/black hand shaped bruises of rape culture surrounding the wrists of women like shackles.
Fifty shades of discrimination with white identification tags, tied with golden strings around the toes of dead black/blue men who played the part of a stereotype shown to them by the Media. A self-fulfilling prophecy of racism and bigotry to keep you company at night.
But who is keeping these boys, these men who have died because of racial profiling, company at night? Who is the omnipotent being in our prisons that are filled to maxed capacity because we don't know what to do with those who break the mold. We don't know what to do with them.
We don't know what to do.
Is the presence there God? Because ya'll need Jesus.
But who is keeping these boys, these men who have died because of racial profiling, company at night? Who is the omnipotent being in our prisons that are filled to maxed capacity because we don't know what to do with those who break the mold. We don't know what to do with them.
We don't know what to do.
Is the presence there God? Because ya'll need Jesus.
One Nation
Under God.
But which God?
For we have many here.
America embraces multiculturalism.
Just like ISIS has been embracing the Middle East. The Modern Crusades. Same action just a different face. A different religion. A different book. A different time. Funny how we are so busy fighting, dying over our religious perception of what will happen to us after we die, that we forget to actually live.
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray to the lord my soul to keep.
My soul to keep.
Do we even have souls anymore? Does God have the answer? Does science? And if they do have the answer, will we even want to hear it? We have many eloquent words to describe a being that peaced out forever ago. Spoiler alert: he still hasn't come back for us yet. Maybe there is a reason why.
We're just waiting
Waiting waiting for someone else to pick up the pieces and fix these problems that we have helped to create.
WAKE UP.
We need to roll up our sleeves and fix this ourselves. We've taken a step further past lazy and have unintentionally stumbled into the blood of our American Snipers, our soldiers who have come home from a nightmare created from our greed. Only to discover that the country they've come back to is fighting its own battle.
Once someone sees, they can't un-see.
PTSD -Is There Something Wrong With Me?
Swallow down this pill that hasn't been fully tested, but approved by the FDA cause they need to see the cash start flowing in. The worst possible side affect is death, but don't worry you won't be that one in a thousand.
You won't be anyone.
You won't be anyone.
Just add the pill to your growing list of medications to help you function like a normal zombie in our fucked up society. All will be all right. Okay? Okay.
Civilian life is easy. Just pretend pretend.
Civilian life is easy. Just pretend pretend.
We're all pretending anyway.
Our veterans are forgotten in the giant shadows of Kylie Jenner's lips. Our Captain Americas sit awake at night, their minds switching from one image to the next, like some sort of horror slide show playing on repeat. An internal Civil War on a big screen that they can't shut off. Shut off-
SHUT IT OFF.
How do we shut it off? Is the power button? Where is the mute button cause I'm tired of hearing all the complaining. Maybe we can CTRL+ALT+DELETE it? Or maybe a full system restart will work- it worked for the Government.- Thanks a lot Obama.
We don't have the right instruction manual to figure it out. Either God threw it away in the very beginning or it was altered over the years. Maybe Nicolas Cage can find the original copy. Another National Treasure hidden behind our Constitution that keeps slowly changing before our very distracted eyes.
How do we solve our problems when we never really had the right answer key to correct them? All we have is a musty old textbook nearly 3,500 years old, written by male students about lectures spoken by a teacher that hasn't bothered to show up to class for a millennia. Is this on the syllabus? Are we going to be tested on this later?
People are willing to die for this. Die for a book that preaches hate disguised as love instead of die for a better world to live in where people actually care about one another without the fear of going to Hell- when we are already living in one.
You know what? Let's just leave all this for our children to figure out and clean up later. Youth really isn't wasted on the young. That is just another lie we were told.
The youth just might save us-if we program them right. Put the messages we want them to learn into their cartoons, textbooks, music, advertisements, sugar coma cereals to help raise them with big American egos and a strong moral fiber with an inner compass pointing directly at the American flag.
They didn't lie when they said that the good die young.
They didn't lie when they said that the good die young.
Programmed to die for your country, die for your government. We're the Land of the Free because we exploited the Brave.
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