~ Muzzled hounds ~
Of all the advertisements seen, those that imbue a sense of impending doom and deep remorse are the most preferred by the ruling class. Lovers respect rules designed to control and destroy them. It is not surprising that initial lovers' enthusiasm and optimism quickly metamorphose into feelings of helplessness. Societal norms muzzle playful, ravaging hounds. Phantoms and terrorizing forces command, particularly within the courtyard of the mind. She deceives herself into thinking that her freedoms are real. Bravery makes not a jot of a difference. Attempts at self-development emerge as feeble kicks against metaphorical vaults. Character templates engineer the architecture of mind and soul. Noone, or let us say very few have access to the self. External pre-formed precepts control personal plains and prairies, deep oceans, the inner universe. Born free are we, then immediately in prison cast, subject to the limitations of our forefathers, peers, and fears.
Now listen here, all ye unbelievers, there will be no freedom this side of eternity, hope has been extinguished. There are very few consolations left. He drinks an alcohol-free beer, quotes nameless teachers - mass hysteria whoopers who desire to see their little teams succeed. Fortunes paid to see men and women put leather or plastic into nets. Negligees no longer used to seduce and navigate to the highest, just to obfuscate instinct. Hooligans drunk in very un-maenad like ways. Practiced “good behavior” disintegrates. True self, shown in all its gory ugliness describes a society that is losing its way. Now, as the moments that lead to the inevitable diminish, we realize just how much time we have wasted. The gift is gifted. Awakenings come too late, and the petty "isms" pale at the prospect of the bleak house that we all must enter and occupy, forever.
Cinderallas one and all are we. Crazed are the profit makers for they shall crucify the innocent, and burn the have-nots at the heavenly, plastic, stake. There are no paths out of this labyrinth. Some try to organize laughable schemes to dupe the needy and innocent (up to the very last minute) into spending all their savings, in the hope that … that, well all’s well for she who spends, well all she’s got, and a little more to break the camel’s back, and get her out of house and home, onto the street, where she will be without rights. A once shining example of “success”.
