The cult of the celebrity. The possibility of everyone being FAMOUS. Fan pages on Fakebook.
The fame game is just a drain on your membrane. I am having trouble understanding this obsession.
If you are on chatroulette.com you are looking at yourself looking at a camera. You are now self conscious.
You have woken up.
You perceive yourself and now adjust yourself according to what you have seen and how you think you are perceived by your webcam counterpart.
YOU HAVE JUST BROKEN THE FOURTH WALL.
This is a film making term.
Hopefully you are familiar with it.
If you aren't,
"The presence of the fourth wall is an established convention of fiction and drama, which has led some artists to draw direct attention to it for dramatic or comedic effect. When this boundary is "broken", for example by an actor onstage speaking to the audience directly, or doing the same through the camera in a film or television program, it is called "breaking the fourth wall."
Your actions are now self monitored, you act out in ways you probably wouldn't and your perceptions are now askew.
Welcome to the society of the Panopticon.
You a plastic thought regurgitator with no hope or recognition,
the sins you blessed were that of divine definition,
so come the raw prawn singing Waltzing Matilda, without salvation,
Stand in the sun of the all seeing eye horoscope, one world nation.
Twenty twelve, what becomes of thee,
Another bullshit pagan Mayan government regiment philosophy,
So stop the soliloquy and pay attention with your wallets,
It's Y2K again, conglomerate raking and raping in mass profits.
The prophet was never born, and my namesake the same,
If James was Jesus' brother, than I'm slightly insane.
Diagnostic agnostic priests of belief in deceit receive relief by way of government rationed beef.
Trick or Retreat, the price is always wrong,
because time after time my head's clouded from paint fumes and homemade Gatorade bongs.
The diatribe you confer to me is one of pure energy, focused on points, like a magnifying glass beam and the ants it anoints. I can speak without speaking and know how you really act, the whole stage is a show and your life is the final act, no intermission, the last time the sun revolved the earth, Da Vinci discovered nuclear fission.
Fusion, better than soul, so sell your scuffed soles through the glory hole at the Superbowl.
People think I'm paranoid, I'm just a realist,
so when I'm being a pessimist, I'm just pissing in your nest.
Rest in Peace Else, Kmit, Mishen and Hazedus.
And all the rest, lest we forget.
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