|cat /usr/lib/mind | sed s/reason/gibberish/ | echo >/dev/cranium|
The products of the social lobotomy surround us. it somehow makes me wish i was a boneless, skinless chicken breast, roasting away in an oven, about to be someone's meal. a tender morsel of history, rather than a miniscule garnish in a sea of SPAM loafs.
The understanding and acceptance of the sad fact that we're coexisting with entities lacking any sort of response system drives one's mind to think of classic Twilight Zone episodes. Perhaps old horror movies (night of the living dead?) as well... Regardless, it even makes me think of television programming.
that's how sickeningly mundane it really is.