Oh...
I thought all this was anonymous.
(But)
anyway...
Hey, I'm Miles or MJ's okay... and I am A-systematic.
Or am I addicted to the System?
Cuz that seems to be the irony about living in society...I don't even know why we do the things that we do.
Like; why do we bother making up our beds just to be nice and neat?
I mean really tho...aren't you just gonna mess it up within the same day you go to to sleep?
(Hmmm)
Perhaps it is true; some habits just stick to us like glue, and; well depending on your upbringing, we people do some very interesting things.
Things that the other; may probably elect as a reject.
Precepts; that nearly everyone is guilty of, but when caught is considered to be the lowest of lows.
So again; I ask why?
Is it really so gross to pick your nose?
(Eh, maybe..?)
But, is it truly rude to play with your food...
(Right?)
People man, we can be so damn nit-picky and crude.
The moment someone passes gas it's like their whole mood completely changes as if they don't have the same anatomy.
(I mean my gosh)
What a catastrophe life can be.
Especially when passing judgments on others because of their humanity.
Are we really oppressed with a mentality that's so systematic that we've become erratic towards the person who is in fact; just like us?
You see, it's a systematic illusion that allows us to think that we're better than whoever or whatever. We can be so completely spellbound by the shallow enchantment of ones-self.
It's like, somehow in every fairytale; we magically see ourselves as the prince or the princess.
The hero or the heroin; and yeah... just like that drug; we become systematically addicted to us.
This lust continues to grow delusional mentalities of bliss just for kicks.
(Hehe)
Silly habit... Tricks, really shouldn't be for kids.
For a moment, wouldn't you think we're all a part of a systematically fixed plan?
Or some kind of methodical learning that causes us to act the way we do or even be who we are?
Are our minds scared by a psychological system that's been crippling us to think in a certain way?
Hell, we even have clothing telling us to obey.
(Shit I don't know...)
Maybe I'm out of my mind???
Trying to incline about a possible sneaky systematic agenda or some type of propaganda and conspiracy theory.
Cuz, I am just a little bit leery about life and how to live it, seeing that society has produced a heck of a lot of bigots.
Let us just really consider the various vessels that are feeding ya.
(Hum?)
Especially the ones that are aired through the media.
Gently telling you who you're supposed to be? Or in many cases telling you who you wish you were, networking to welcome so many aboard towards a cerebral concentration camp.
(Sigh)
No wonder there's so much concentration on what the proxies say about our systematically given stamp.
Labels; subliminally assigned, now through media manipulation.
It's like a type of hypnotic salutation to this generation. Shaping the mind's direction by planting an idea to grow like it's a viral infection, the inception of criteria, making unique people seem inferior by means of the mainstream.
(Haha)
It's funny...
We think the people showcased in the magazines look perfect, sexy, or hot.
But basically, all have been distorted through photoshop.
So we botox, tummy tuck, liposuc, and surgically cut to fit a deformed image of ourselves.
(Now look)
This is not at all to criticize anybody infused with plastic.
If you got some, well then that's fantastic.
For those who keep it all-natural and classic, there is no need to mask it.
But, hold into thought...
paradise is enticed by a life that we think we want.
The lifestyles flaunted...are often haunted by bitterness and taunted by forgiveness.
As if it's a business; a transaction, like it's something to be bought and not earned.
And this is how we all get burned; paying for choices that we made freely.
By becoming a prisoner to the ideological thoughts of the other.
...You see,
free will, can easily be misused completely.
It seems to be that will and its energy; are not all entirely free...especially when in the many choices we make so freely but did not see our captivity in the environmental conditioning upon the psyche all the while we; try to inwardly be what we outwardly see... It is within the rendition of the mind that all kinds of realities are defined for we each individually complete the identity of humanity.
Diversity trying to live identically results in many unseen possibilities; because of what we think ourselves to be among these colonial ideologies.
Thieving the opportunities to be able to see all our 'free' choices and the costs that come with them...
Especially when there's an addiction to this kind of system.
I am beginning to see just how imprisoning a 'free will' decision, can be.
...You see, I obviously don't know the reasons that we're here, or why we do the things we do.
I often wonder why, but now; I'm seriously thinkin' about how.
How do we move on from all this wrong that is continuing to go on?
The emancipation proclamation only freed us just to feed us to the process of mass incrimination. It's that same system with a slight change in algorithm making criminals the new slave.
How are we any different than our past if we continue to live from it...How can there ever be change?
How can the poor keep trusting a system from the rich that's designed to keep them all in the same position?
How do we even begin to unify if we continue to defy one another?
When do we realize there is so much more power found within the communion and the union of loving consistently...
Persistently conducting the charge of lucid love can instantly make the system of money become exceptionally cheap...the concept of economics and the fear it's rooted in...obsolete.
This system has caused so many of us to weep and it's evident to see just how greed is choking out the prosperity and the social potential of the whole...
It's time to recondition this A-systematic addiction and pay the bill of this Lifetime subscription of 'free will,' rather than remain ignorantly in debt to its seemingly free conditions. Only then may we seek and find a refining pension within the price of paying attention.
