Hello fellow human. I am writing you because it's 3:48am and I'm mad.
Rrrrrrrrr is a vibratory frequency i rarely resonate due to my vacillation between my fear and ego-based mere mortal reality and my pseudo-existential metaphysical rage AGAINST the machine. Basically, I know that being
"mad" or having any form of negative emotion compromises your immune system for at least 10 hours. I also know that white sugar also kills your immune system and also robs your body of nutrients. Hence I've conditioned myself to indulge in neither rage or white sugar. I spend my days adding cheer to the homeless and contemplating the massive waste of water induced by automatic toilet flushers. I question, but I never get MAD about it, because I don't wanna catch a cold. lol But tonight is that rare occasion when I am actually MAD.
I think MAD is good! Is shutting up and allowing injustices to plauge you and future generations worth getting invited to wine and stinky cheese fundraisers for these injustices? In this juedo-christian society there has been a value put on suffering. From MLK to from-ghetto-to-FAB rappers ("I used to eat sardines for dinner..."), we in america cheer for the underdog and elevate martyrs to an immortal status. Yet today we are spineless, pleasant, polite pansies blowing in a whirlwind of dashed hopes in exchange for smart phones. Our petals perfume the air instead of posion the status quo. We have instant access to all the depressing news available, yet this new banquet-funderariser form of passive resistence that we at times partake, does not yield the same freedoms as our heroes. To use a tattered cliche, you can't have your cake and eat it too. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.