Don’t trust the news.
It is not always what it seems.
Its just there to confuse.
With other peoples dreams.
You see the world from your country’s point of view.
The news is just decided and there to brainwash you.
A war is someone else’s fault.
Because your country does not assault.
Made up by the news commander.
While sits on his varanda.
The truth is buried in a lie.
To amplify and multiply.
Until you mind is not you’re own.
Your dreams are gone you are a clone.
I don’t speak Spanish or French. I do not know what the lyrics mean. I do not care.
All I know is that these songs were written and sung for me by beautiful women who probably love me.
They show good taste. They obviously enjoy the company of someone who is balding and ugly.
The first song is called Quizás, Quizás, Quizás by Gaby Moreno
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, she will meet me in the supermarket on a summers day.
The second song I came across earlier today.
I did not care what the lyrics were or what they meant.
I only know she has a wonderful sweet voice.
I hope you enjoy them as much as they love me.
Your computer is watching you.
Each sentence you type is a record of what is going on in your mind.
It is kept in a secret database called “your thoughts”.
There are people who know more about you that you know yourself.
They know your next move.
Everytime you get an original thought it is underlined.
A new side to your character has emerged.
In the end even your original thoughts will be predicted,
and a new you can be created.
When I was younger I thought that all of my problems were being caused by goblins. They would follow me, and each time I was doing well at something, they would put obstacles in my way to make sure that I did not succeed.
I thought that they were devious. They would hide from me and gain power from my failure.
I now realize that this is untrue.
I am actually being followed by invisible aliens. It is an invisible alien TV crew with invisible cameras. My whole life is a comedy program on an alien TV channel.