Saturday, May 12, 2007


They know we exist but not in their world.

They know we have power, an influence on them.

So they try to reach us. They speak to us though they cannot hear.

They use their voodoo magic tricks to touch us, control us, to get a result.

They know we are watching them.
They know we are obsessed.
They know we envy them, They know we don't understand.

We are the stillborn populous. We grow up in Limbo.
We learn about life watching what they show.

We dance when they pull our strings because we love the attention.
They dance for us, the invisible audience, because they can see our money.

So their shamans cast their spells on us perform their demographical focus-group seance-rites, every night. Prime Time.


Disseminated said...

Yeahhhhh... I been listening to a lot of Nine Inch Nails and Pink Floyd lately...

I'm happy to be creating anything at all tho. ;-}

aultherrn-museings said...

Well, sounds like you have had a good day, cleaning house, dishes and your soul. It is really amazing the effect that television has on intelligent people.

Fenshire said...

This must be that whole "hyper-reality" thing we were talking about before.

Definately, the sooth has been unleashed.