This is the day, my friends, when the rubber meets the road. Madness lurks below the surface... of the thin veneer... that sits atop the steaming waves... of the vast subconscious ocean. Each of us is a tiny island... surrounded by the roiling waters of change.
Change is inevitable, and... resistance is predictable. Resistance is also... futile. Change will come, and the pain and suffering attendant will be equal to the degree of resistance given. Count on it. The World is in a state of change... giving birth to a new age... coming through the portal... on a conveyor belt of time. You can hear every tick as the seconds transform into the shapes of a new day... where the past is swept away, and... is meaningless to everyone except those who do evil... or wait for some form of reward in a vicious circle.
I was scanning The Toxic Media yesterday; Wash Post... CNN... Fox... and Breitbart, and the general slant given to the manufactured news, and the way they all reflected each other... the way a drunk who collapsed on a curb might see his face in an oil slick. It really depended on what was going through the mind of the person reflecting it. In every case, the reflection was passing through a medium that had been thrown up against a wall several times, considering that previous visitors had pissed on and thrown up on the wall as well.
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