There is a mind boggling effect when witnessing so many dead soul carcasses bounce about in demolition derby style—babbling, blabbering, blundering—all while at the helm. Especially when showcased in some streaming cabinet freak fest feature presentation.
It is as if we are all forced to endure some really bad movie, from some horribly concocted screen play, featuring every bad actor imaginable. And through countless fake trailers, the pro-dysfunction company is guilty of duping a large portion of US into irresponsible ticket redemption. Somehow pulling the rest of US against our will into the extortion ring vying to empty our wallets, plotting to invalidate our tickets, and entrapping US All into the reality of a reeling hell hole.
So now it seems we are all crowded into a dark and smelly run down theater. The soles of our shoes making audible with each subtle movement, the floors covered with years of dropped soft drinks and fake buttered genetically modified popcorn and who knows what else. Rancid doge drool oozing in long mucous strings from the hidden mechanical gremlins creeping in the rafters overhead and all around.
Each audience member contemplating, how are we all to get out of here alive. With each life passing moment the situation grows more dire in anticipation of the critical mass rush to the liberty of fresh breathable air and bright clarity of light in the openness of united freedom.
As each one of US imagines the beautiful world beyond this sick show, we can not help but wonder~which one of the cabinet attendees is going to be the hero for humanity and ‘accidentally’ take out the entire clan, streaming live.
Could the accidental hero be another signal side step waltz? Instead maybe a member of crucifixion wearing pam-demon-ium bondage? Possibly a trimming beat hedge session? Or perhaps just a gloriously divine group dive off the rat cliffe?
A good point of deep impact for how, where, when the nation and world can witness a towering gaslight inferno contact movie style intervention will be during one of those demented cabinet praise fests. You know the ones.
As a matter of fact, everyone knows of the massive and repetitive filings of zombie rumplican slaves eager to enter the tyrannosaurus rump running face first, mouth open wide. All caught on live screaming video.
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Let US All turn off this harmful, draining, life wasting flick—finally ending this diabolical sequel and forever terminating the series. Demand from the production company a refund and added ongoing compensation for irreparable civil damage, and send all of the remaining bad actors to their favorite gulag for eternity.
Then we can all share in disinfecting, renovating, rejuvenating our building into a fun and thriving community theater of warm and wonderful well being.