Choosing power over their very own ideals, all the little henchmen make the nightmare real – deconstructing the administrative state, they’re starting at the top, offering up their own dignity until all truth in power’s lost.  Wrapped in the violence we’ve surrounded ourselves in on every level, we’ve nurtured all that would wipe clean the last vestiges of right and wrong, pretending to sing a song of freedom while blowing the conch of war, in a social media frenzy we’ve become all that we abhor – our each individual brand is all that for which we stand, playing to the camera, deserted hearts now rule the land.

 

 

Painting Our Illusions in 108 words a day.

 

– If you want to hate on me, there’s no moderation in the comments, I’ve learned to take the criticism by digesting it in small installments…

 

Happy Independence Day

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