I always feel a little lost without having something to work on. I need to feed the creativity monster that rages around the inside of my brain. I don't know why. Maybe it is a kind of brain parasite...
To come to that conclusion so quickly, well....I think that means I've probably just seen too many bizarre movies. Everything I watch, after all, does dictate my actions, directly. I am merely channeling into my creative brain the subliminal messages in the programs that I watch. That means, it's only a matter of time before I turn into a raving lunatic. Everyone is doing it nowadays, you know? It's the cool thing. I've watch Skins, I know.
This surreal mindfuck called life we live in is merely a reflection of the television we watch.
Maybe, if I am going to be affected by what I watch on television I should only watch 70's porn and Monty Python's Flying Circus. I am told, though, that the plot of Deep Throat is in fact untrue, so maybe I should watch things that have more universal truth value. I guess that means it's all Animal House all the time.
Et tu, Brute?
If everything that I watch is going to brainwash me into living whatever type of life that whatever I watch is propagating, then maybe I should just not watch anything, gouge out my eyes, and drive a convertible off a cliff with my best friend and partner in crime. You know who you are. ;-)
I suppose I shouldn't listen to any music anymore, although I did make it past 27 so that stuff is in but maybe I should still avoid gangster rap.
I don't know. I no longer have a mind of my own. Might as well put an antennae on the top of my head so I can receive the signal directly. Screw television. Why watch it when I can live it?
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