#brainwashing
Yes. No one controls anything.
Why would they?
" Move at the speed the system demands . "
Work sheets, home work , dead lines.
Manufactured scarcity from desk to cubicle.
Manufacturing fear. “ School spirit” + Nationalism = War.
Manufactured urgency. Now, now now.
Go, Dog Go !
Another news cycle you’ll never be a part of
unless you break in a way they don't allow .
Sunday Schools most important lesson , sit down.
Shut up. Do as you’re told .
Nobody cares about your f---- ing opinion.
Get back in line.
‘Bringing in the sheep’,
indeed .
You ever see how they pack them, the little baby chicks?
That’s the whole plan right there , plain as day.
No space. No air. Just bodies pressed in until ‘survival “
can only become friction. Chicken friction = slaves in white collars.
No one teaches standards or dignity. ( not for free )
Stack them , Fred Trump higher.
Call it pre- sorted corporate efficiency.
Synchronicity. Ask anybody who's ever had a fast food job
where they couldn't keep up.
Can’t obey? Try to make it on the street with no EBT.
To noisy ? Won’t “ calm down, sir !”
Oh, You’re gonna love the stripes in the next place...
Concrete. Steel cages. ‘ Moves’ smaller than the meal trays.
Another unwanted pregnancy crammed into your cell every other day. Eugenics plan B.
And you think THAT’S the bottom?
Not even close. Get back in line before they strap you down.
Electro shock and needle showers till you... still .
More forced injections. The vaccine label slips off the BIG OIL mercury
as they Pump you full of whatever keeps you quiet. Gives you autism, Cancer. " it's genetic " = your fault...
In the Loony bin there’s little , movement.
No sky. No choice. the more clearly realized baby chicken tray.
Not even allowed to check out early.
A fate worse than hell, with no death just existing.
On their terms.
At the speed the system demands.
And still somewhere up above it all,
another Fred Trump hands it off to another little baby Donny,
born outside the chickadee packed trays.
Now it's HIS job to tell you what freedom looks like.
Tells you 2 % spending on welfare is the problem.
" Hate the brown skins." " very fine people on both sides."
Tells you less will somehow become more as you wait for it to
" Trickle down". Let your ' Pep Rally' daughters twerk as they lust
for them... anything to try and escape the tray
Smile and vote red , As they cut , Meals on Wheels.
Grade school Breakfast AND lunch programs,
music, art, GONE never to return,
not just starving your children physically,
But creatively and emotionally.
The GOP way .
Hiding behind the " star of David " and Supreme Court bribes.
you say you don't need me or to be told
Old oil Money = power,
then why is it still making choices for you,?
not some random unknowable ghost in the machine.
Policies don’t just appear handcuffed to a briefcase full of
bearer bonds
out of thin air.
Cuts don’t just “ happen “ by Sheeny magic alone.
Somebody’s processed boyscout - suit, signs them.
Somebody ‘s PTA Oprah ****** -slob benefits.
Now HE uses the Marines not just the local cops and the
National Guard to keep the fear
and the jails “ cranked beyond capacity” .
“ why , can’t MY generals be more like Hitlers.” ? ? ?
... born outside the trays… never once cooked never shopped for groceries .. calls THAT freedom.
Tariffs no one wants or deserves as punishment .
For no reason but himself.
Ego.
Says less will SOMEHOW become more.
Less food. Less art. Less music.
Starve the body. Starve the mind.
Starve whatever might have fought back.
The old system doesn’t just break you.
It trains you to break yourself.
Faster. Come on. Faster.
Go, dog. Go.
Talk radio propaganda is your non stop fantasy coach
that always puts you “in”
another beloved by the community constant pedophile
“ INSTRUCTOR” telling your kids “do it faster, baby . Yeah... oh, yeah, just like that, gimme more. One more time , don’t stop now.”
Sports or animal ****** ?
the only outlets you have given or shown them
and you wonder why little Johnny can’t read
as the bodies clog the “ busses only” lane
in front of another school.
slap another NRA sticker on their NFL lunch box.
Another golden little chick waiting to be sorted
stacked on top in trays as the waste falls
used and discarded.
Dr. Suess had it right.
Go, dog.
“Move at the speed the system demands.”
Go !(It's not like they just woke up today and figured out
that paying one guy to put a gun in your back is cheaper than paying us all. Never forget they can't survive without us, and
there's more of us than them.)
Oh, and don’t remember “ Think positive”.
I mean after all ... They are watching.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
An Apis hides her head in a hole to regurgitate nectar,
the sticky ***** pouring from her mouth,
only later to use that same mouth to feed
her young and her queen,
a life sustaining royal jelly.
Perhaps my metaphor is flawed,
for, even our own **** sapien royalty know
they have to face it all alone.
Face what alone?
The Apis is never alone, she has her sisters.
A simple life, though failure to keep her place –
perform her tasks –
results in death.
In death?
Perhaps following is not so simple,
but maintain a hive mind and there is nothing to fear.
Nothing to fear?
Except the possession of a hive mind.
That is the only way to not face it all alone:
be just the same as all the rest.
Act like them?
Yes, darling, but more than that:
You must think like them as well.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:12 PM UTC
It started again
The Voice
Angry
Insistent
Demanding a response
I didn't have one to give
I curled into a ball on my bed
Willing my body to shrink
My mind to shut down
I needed to be invisible so
Maybe
The Voice
Would forget about me
But it didn't
I could hear it coming
Closer
Room to room
Looking for me
The door to my bedroom swung open
But I couldn't look
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut
I didn't want to see the monster,
I was afraid of what
The Voice
Would say next
Now that it had found me
But there was no sound
Except that of raspy breathing
I lay frozen for hours
Waiting for movement that didn't come
As echoes of words
Silently stumbled past my ears
They disappeared
One-by-one
Appearing next as drops
Rolling down
My cheeks
I reached up
To brush them away
Reaffirming my resolve to avoid
The Voice
At all costs
But this was different
Breathing couldn't hurt me...
Could it?
I blinked and pupils constricted
At the sudden addition of light
To my world
I scanned the room to find
The Voice
Not knowing what it would look like
Just that I was about to see a monster
I started to get up off the bed
When I felt a
tap
tap
On my shoulder
Trying not to scream, I
Slowly
Turned to face
The monster I had nightmares about
And found myself staring
Directly into my own
Terrified
Green eyes
And that's when I knew
This loud
Furious
Voice
That yelled at me and told me I wasn't good enough,
I would never be loved for myself,
I had nothing to offer,
Was mine
I'd been running from myself all this time
I hadn't wanted to see a monster
But here I was
Maybe it was time to lose
This monster's
Voice
And find my own
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:57 PM UTC
A twitch we have in an in between dream state where we once fell from trees
so called ineffable SPRITUALITY ... ha , some phantom limb syndrome for consciousness, a leftover reflex that serves no purpose except to make us weak and delusional.
Mentally " a vestigial tail for morons" savage spiritual belief in the same category of useless body parts we haven't shed yet .
I want your Spirituality to pay the price of choosing comfort over evidence
for soft exploitation.
Ghosts belong in your uncles drunken campfire stories,
NOT in our laws or educational policies.
keep your imaginary demons
the world already had enough of its own ,
Your guilt, sadness and shame are amplified by their control
that's not spirituality or SALVATION.
Humans fix each other and clean up the mess,
no one else,
not once ,
not ever.
like monogamy a dead weight that evolution hasn't gotten around to cutting off, yet.
Inculcated meat machines clinging to these primitive Appendixes. Mental guilt and shame
daddy issue reflexes
instead of accepting reality
Sorry Granny the Jews lied to you
to us all.
What were you before you were born ? Yeah, its like that.
There's nothing beyond what we can see and experience directly.
Especially not some spirit like incorporeal 'ghost'
harp playing
chain rattling
spirit ... Spirit u ality ? Wow, seriously yall
What year IS this ?
Nobody's coming !
Not then
not now.
Not for, or from, your outdated evolutionary baggage.
In an in-between state your leg twitches hard as you sleep
you're stepping in a hole
falling from a tree
there is your so called spirituality.
NO THANKS
none for me.
“Men yoke themselves to one God but keep a stable. They worship unity, then demand a chorus to sing their private fears.”
~ Nietzsche.
( He was so noble and brave, not only what he said, the time frame in which he said it and who he said it to.) Took more savvy and courage to do and say what he said than all the other lies all the churches hide behind put together.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
This is not a common era
The trouble is threefold
Drinking from an empty glass
Opening the door to strangers
Walking along these jagged cliffs
If you tolerate this
Your children will be next
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC
It's awe inspiring.
It's wonderous.
I truly believe.
I'm IN.
but
I do wonder.
Doubt creeps in.
Then thought.
Now insight.
Now I don't.
I'm OUT!
Jan 9, 2024
Jan 9, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
You have failed to accept the truth
Here you are following their semantic rules
Playing the role of a social robot
One that is being brainwashed non stop
It has become a form of art
That ripped your thoughts apart
Indulged you in its pratices
Wrapping you around its clutches
While you rest, they create your reality
Making their words your best rhapsody
When in fact, it's just a treading enemy
Reinforced linguistically and sanctioned culturally
You work hard towards the prosperity of the opressor
And to those who dare fight, you take extreme measures
You have a lopsided point of view of a rigid world
Yet you do nothing to change it and appear undisturbed
Isn't it time to emancipate yourself aginst such actions?
Form your own truth and make your own decisions?
Educate yourself and free your mind
Leave what you thought is the truth behind.
May 14, 2022
May 14, 2022 at 10:12 AM UTC
In the haze of
Cerebral hemispheres
Counting the seconds between
Lightning and thunder
Returning fire
With the same manic glee
As eating ice cream
Right from the carton
Two Minutes Hate
I'm bleeding out like
Notes from underground
That contain secrets
Of the wounded sky
I feel a provoked heaviness like
Manhole covers
Razing cane over
The shoddy infrastructure
Two Minutes Hate
"The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but that it was impossible to avoid joining in." - George Orwell, from the novel 'Nineteen Eighty-Four'
~
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
scrolling through
a colonized culture
that tells us to
stay busy
be productive
work hard
for what a shame
it would be to rest
a capatalist cornucopia
of brainwashing ads
making us believe
we are not good enough
simply as we are
that we should work hard to become
something we are not
the messages they spoon-feed us
travelling straight to the subconscious
where our deepest insecurities reside
secretly piling up in their favour
as they feed more information
ever so subtly and carefully
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 3:29 AM UTC
Was it bleak or bright, I cannot say, so mesmerized was I,
when I saw you cross your balcony to take the morning air.
Brilliant were the beams and bands that danced about your hair:
an angel in her nimbus, uniting earth and sky.
And I saw you there—saw your red eyes catch the day,
saw you look in my direction, saw your red eyes look away.
A man am I, a dog with human glands.
I snuck behind a moving van and wiped my sweaty hands.
A love unreal confused me, abused me,
tucked my tail and called me stray. Bite the hand
or beg for more? True to form, I slunk away.
And though indeed it strained me, and pained me to adjourn,
I blew a kiss and swore that on the morrow I’d return.
My heart, he soars on silken wings.
That new day came. Ah, so unjust! And so complete my pain—
I saw you with another man, your higher halves entwined…perhaps,
though shards of years were ground to dust, my blood prints marked me plain:
a mongrel doomed to stoops and stones, a cur condemned to scraps.
I saw you—saw you slit me like a knife,
eviscerate my very soul and leave my pride to rot.
You…you kissed this man! You graced his life
with lips Love meant for me. You left me nought.
So rapt, this man! Oh, why, sweet thing, were you so wrapped in he?
A fractured dream, a crippled heart—Ha! What are they to me.
My brain, he lurches light-to-shadow.
The day was black, and cold as sin. Intent, hell-bent,
I sought your hearth again…and saw you with a dozen men!
I blew it there, I lost it then. I split but scampered back in ten.
Then kneeling ’neath your window, and bleeding onto chalk,
I visualized a pentagram, and drew it on the walk.
O wretched me! The ills I loosed were sudden and extreme.
I seemed to reel through realms surreal, engulfed in flames and steam.
But in that rune I saw you—your burning hair, your melting face—
betrothed to a misshapen brute, and crushed in his embrace.
I saw you fry, my tainted pie, my angel-not-to-be.
No matter, dear, our course is clear. No other fool,
you fickle jewel, will share your fate with me.
My fist, he palsies as he clenches.
Dismayed by dreams of infants’ screams, I part my lids to find
I’ve merely lost my will-to-be, I’ve yet to lose my mind.
The frauds and freaks run howling, the living **** the dead—
I’d give my all to make my peace; alas, I’ve made my bed.
With toes aflame I wander lame down ways that pitch and wind;
the lashers all assume I’m lost, the hiders think I’m blind.
But I saw you—the Master’s squeeze—a wizened, crippled crone:
a wagging head and yoke of lead, an anvil on your rear.
Your shins were munched, your back was hunched, your skin was puckered rind.
A scorched queen with a smoking crown, your swelling belly led you down
a path of spewing stone, where fouled and flanked by giant flies,
I saw you pass through veils of gas, your piglets close behind.
Your clogs were frogs, your wedding ring a thing of chiseled bone.
Your skirt was thatch, with hose to match the squalor of your thighs.
I saw you walk his wombats, dear, but I was in your eyes.
My leg, he chases me in circles.
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 3:35 PM UTC
The subject of this email is as usual... subjective! Not sure there is actually a subject involved? I mean if I just ramble on about any old thing that crosses my mind, how would that be described as a subject. I submit that the "subject" line of all emails should be moved to the end of an email! That way we would have a better grasp of what the subject of the email truly is.
Better yet it should automatically prompt you to go to the subject line when you click "send" to fill in at that time. Maybe the email program should even give samples of possible subject lines based on google's interpretation of what you have typed in the body of the email. Better yet that program should just run automatically and impose a subject line based on the information in the message body after it is run through several psychiatric data bases and analyzed and a consensus has been reached...
Hmmm... Now I'm thinking that there should be a mind to keyboard interface so we can do away with all this time-consuming typing! And while we're at it why not add a chip in our brains that thinks for us and sends the data it receives directly to the keyboard interface... I mean think of all the time we would save not having to think any more!
Why stop there? We can also add emotion chips so that when we are letting our thinking chip talk for us we can also have the emotions that our emotion chip thinks we should be feeling automatically inserted into the email with the capability of it being felt by the emotion chip in the person whose thinking and keyboard interface chips are perusing the email written by our thinking and keyboard interface chips.
Ooooh now I'm really thinking... why not install mini SD drives in our brains so we can change the way we feel by simply inserting a new SD card? That way if we happen to read one of the emails thought out by our thinking chip, written by our keyboard interface chip, analyzed and consented to by the psychiatric data bases and given a subject and we decide that we want to change the way it is perceived by the thinking chip of the recipient we can simply insert a different emotion SD card into our SD drive and have those new emotions embedded directly into the email!
*** This is genius! Imagine the time we could save! I could just go on and on with this! The applications are limitless. Why hasn't someone thought of this before? Oh wait, what am I thinking... this is old news. This is called brainwashing and the government and every major company in the world has been doing it since the dawn of capitalism!
I'm going to stop now because I am no longer sure if the words I write are my own, or if they are just a bunch of noise created by the humm of all the post hypnotic suggestive clutter in my brain from years and years of commercial TV and slick politician abuse.
That's all I have time for this morning. I apologize in retrospect for the emotional agony I have put your brain through while reading this inane banter...
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
We wrap headphone cords
around our necks like nooses,
drowning our senses in senseless noise,
marching mechanically through the streets,
pressed forwards by the weight of the masses
at our backs, unaware of our own heartbeat as
corrupt corporations and our government masquerading
as a democracy
steer our feet down endless paths of addiction,
feeding off of our misery, stealing the life
from our lungs from the
very moment we are born.
And we never saw it coming.
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
I watch you
as you lick your fingers
and laugh at the funny man on your cellphone
while the clouds above your head
outside the taco bell are not real
while you breathe in the poisons you can't see
I watch you
as you dance in the fairytale of non disclosure
that the box displays
that the news portrays
the fictional truth
the yodeling boy in Walmart
captivates
while pleas from those who see the truth
fade like the voices of trees and bees
and empty seas
I watch you
as you shed tears for a dying love
but close your heart to a dying planet
the clock ticking
the hours wane
I watch you
picking out the last car you will own
working so hard to get that promotion
and you know you're so much better
as you ponder sugar substitues
through red and tired eyes
tears loaded with nano particles and other poisons
I watch you drown in your blindness
your sad brainwashed life
your own slow suicide
tonight, before you begin your final sleep
open your eyes just wide enough to see
you could have stopped this
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
We are all humans right?
Humans with fears,
Humans that shed tears.
Humans that should be treated equally,
Humans that shouldn't have to suffer without reasons.
Humans that have the right to choose what they believe in or not.
So why isn't this happening?
Why are we not being treated equally?
Why are we suffering without reasons?
Why are we being stopped from having the right to choose what we believe in?
Why all this?
This shouldn't happen.
This can't keep happening.
But I know I can't do it alone.
I need you.
They need you.
People are being tortured right now,
They're suffering so much right now.
They need us.
It might be them today,
But tomorrow it can be you or me.
And do you actually feel alright not doing anything about this?
Do you feel good not helping your own kind just because it isn't you or someone you know in person?
Do they deserve this?
Would we deserve it?
Being hurt for wanting to believe in what we want?
For having free will?
Is that a reason to be tortured?
To be killed?
To have our loved ones taken out from us and have them being hurt?
To be thrown away into prison?
To be brainwashed?
To be taken out everything we cherish and love?
No!
It is not,
And it'll never be a reason.
You and me know that.
Now spread the word,
And make the difference.
If you really call yourself,
An human being,
Let's end this tyranny.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
Girls played hopscotch
While boys played ball
To some of us kids
It made no sense at all.
What if a girl had a
Powerhouse right arm
Would you want her staying
Back home on the farm?
Blue and pink
Pink and blue
Does all this insanity
Make any sense to you?
Hammers and nails
And puppy dog tails.
And all the nonsense
That nursery rhyme entails.
And what if a boy
Had balance and agility?
Would you look on him
As having a disability?
Girls had to take cooking
Boys had to take shop.
Why does this sexism
Never come to a stop?
Boys get a box of toys
Girls get some dolls.
Sometimes that makes
No real sense at all.
Girls take lessons on
How to dance and live.
Boys learn to ridicule
Not to take, but to give.
Blue and pink
Pink and blue
Does all this insanity
Make any sense to you?
Hammers and nails
And puppy dog tails.
And all the nonsense
That nursery rhyme entails.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
I worry for a creature
One that calls itself wise
That needs to believe
Some ancient pack of lies
About timeless people,
Gods that can never die,
Though they are preposterous,
They fail to ask why.
I worry for a people who
In an age that conquers disease
Where we can educate ourselves
To do almost whatever we please;
Can turn night into the day
And speak across the many miles
Still chant their superstitious tales
About magic arts all the while.
It seems they are trained monkeys
Who push buttons for rewards
When spiritual independence
Could be their permanent award.
They thank the wrong saviors
For pulling us out of the slime
That has punished our people
Back since ancient times.
It was not ritual witchery
That gave our people freedom.
Instead it was seeing clearly,
Analysis, research and wisdom.
No blathering high priestess
With winged dragons to fight
Brought us medical cures, or
Radio and electric light.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC