Midnight right now, been having a strange flow of thoughts, I figured I'd blog it rather than just forget the idea all together. Self satisfaction seems to be key these days, what people will do to achieve it is almost beyond me.
A dream is a guided thought which will hopefully motivate an individual toward "sucess", which is commonly known as living a productive life, having a family, having money, and last but not least, being able to die with dignity (something most people cannot do today). This is also known as "The American Dream", to others. I guess we've lost the "American" inside of us, because we as a society have recreated the definition of a dream, and manipulated it to accomodate our sick and twisted needs and achieving our "self satisfaction".
Being beautiful, oh how I wish I had a penny for everytime I heard someone say this. I would be filthy rich by now. Thanks to cosmetic companies all around, we all strive to achieve what is known to us today as "beauty". It appears that all of our eyes must be connected to the same head because no longer does beauty seem to be in the eye of the beholder. Anorexia is where we'll begin our descendency into the world of "beauty", because this always seems to be the first step. It appears we have lost our sense of inner substance and have converted our once full equipped bodies into simple bombshells without thoughts or feelings. I mean, who cares about what Suzie Q has to say, as long as she looks good in that new Fendi bathing suit (we'll get to designer names later), she is respectable. So Suzie Q starts to put her fingers down her throat, and along with her ham sandwich, she throws up her individuality and desire to think for herself. Hence Suzie Q has completed step one in her quest for "comercial attraction", and "beauty".
So let us move away from the throat region, and into the heart itself. We look so hard to find evil men and women and punish them, I say look no farther than time square or park avenue. Real evil lies in the heart of the "designers" and the "models", both of whom benefit from... Oh wait, remember Suzie Q? She died two hours ago from a speed overdose trying to loose more weight. Let's explore her wardrobe real quick shall we? Hmm, Gucci pants, Louie Vutton bag, Dolce and Garbana top. Let's calculate the prices! the pants 270 dollars, the bag 550 dollars, and the top, haha it's more than you make in a month. There goes her college tuition. Who cares though! The money is in their hands, money which is soaked in the blood of innocent people trying to "fit" in. The executive for Gucci picks out a new Ferrari whilst Suzie Q's parents pick out a coffin. We finace this, with our own desire, with our synthetic dreams designed to make us "beautiful"
God help us all.
-Sam Patrick Yannotti
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