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Conspiracy? Ha. That's putting it mildly. Take your pick:
government, religion, big business, mass media, social security, the
phone company, sports, education, drugs, sex, the Toiletside Reader,
the
Mongoloid Machine. . .
what? The Mongoloid Machine? What's that? . . . creates mongoloids
to create mongoloids to create lots of mongoloids to sell a bunch of
over priced nothing to?. . .The Doctor has done his work very well
indeed! In time, no one will even notice that the landscape is
cluttered with HUGE ugly stupid-looking messages to nobody, or
anybody, take your choice cuz they're all NOBODIES. And after a
while, they don't even see the giant messages, covering up
everything else. After a while, only the weird people even notice. Only the out-of-the-ordinary folks would have time to consider, that what was once incomprehensibly beautiful, is now uselessly ugly, looking like big, stupid garbage. Oh well, can't fight city hall. All of this. . . signed, sealed, and delivered in the laboratory of Dr. Anonymous. The Sons Of Anonymous are the invincible imbeciles, the expensive expendables, the family-pack bargain buttholes,crammed like french fries into even rows of garden homes, peas in a pod, vegetables on the hoof, all over the road! On roads designed and built by the Sons Of Anonymous. In cars designed and built by the Sons Of Anonymous. Conspiracy? Bullshit. Only the occasional paranoid passerby, on his own for a minute, just long enough to accidentally stumble upon a question: Why are there huge, 20ft. by 30ft. gawdily painted messages trying to sell me garbage I will never buy (never have) covering up the LAND? How can the picture of a logo, or a car, or cigarette, or hamburger be the central "eyecatcher" of my POINT OF VIEW while I pass thru my environment? Is that stupid sign just a sign of the times? These sons of anonymous have no point of view. Only
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Reality is a conspiracy of the insane." |
