Slumber party

We live in the greatest calm and grey, a nowhere thought, forcefed sucrose confettis sprinkled down from our mediated starbound elite. There is no politick for us, no struggle or division, we are woefully of one mind, constantly debating between the hemispheres of our own self interest. Feigning attempts at social progress, we become Nihilists, star stripped elephants and asses. We are the great slumber suffering the world a slow and eventual crib death, smothering the minds of the young, dowsing the fires of creativity, relegating the process of social invention and critique to the pompous privileged few who have only yet to inherit the american dream. Oh that wicked eventuality, that resignation and surrender...to close our eyes and sleep, to fall under the illusion that our lives of luxury are righteous, are deserved, and are not bought with blood.