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I wanna talk about something that means something, but I don't know what anything means. What is the truth without the lies?
Nothing's what it seems. True, we are the voyeurs, looking on with dispassionate eyes, at the world through the black box, never feeling any ties. Ideals spill information, an endless stream from a flawless face, saying nothing about anything, just a pollution of air space. We live our lives unaffected. We eat and we drink, letting the powers that be do what they do, and the think tanks think.

Feel the slow burn....