Have you ever noticed that something that you think is a truth is, in fact, a truth? That the underlying lie that is humanity's sickest joke is rather sly (if not ambivalent). Forget the blight that is sunny South Dakota and sell your shares of falseness while the king of some urban jungle quietly sings laughable lullabies to the children of the New Media.
Why is the last sentence of the first thought the one that can give rise to a revolution? Is this what we have all been waiting for? Is this the collective thought of the mediocre? Is this the mascara of the reddish bluish apple?
I can't even begin to remember when now became then and I became that. So, what ever happens, may have actually happen.