Do you see that it is all one big show and the attention you pay to the tabloids only serves a darker purpose?

To keep you blind and in line, to know your place as a slave and a beast, to chitter and chirp about the latest headline, the breaking news, however ridiculous and the utter contempt it may harbor within your mind.

They play you like an instrument, a toy that dances to their tune. Where does all this useless information come from to keep you distracted, and in check?

None of this us real. Its bullshit, all of it, really. When we all finally learn this terrifying truth, then maybe we can begin to rebuild our own little worlds, grasping onto whatever shreds of sanity and solace we can find and maintain within ourselves.

Some choices are more costly than others, but what greater cost is there if we disregard our fellow man, and devolve into something worse than human. A mutant thing without love, or mercy. A feral man of which all diabolic yore is borne; On wings of fear that froth within.