You are well aware my abilities in a literary sense. Via my poetic expressions or my "under forcibly disruptive, biasedly guided" rants, you see the insight of a SOMEWHAT demented mind, and you also see the world through an innocent, yet immature, frame of consciousness.
The aim of the game is fame, as is the purpose of the dream. An illusive goal that haunts the very fabric of the being who stands before you. Bringing you original entertainment, day in and day out. A witty court jester for the Kingdom of Society. Whether it be in the form of words, pictures, or actions...bestowed upon you are the creations of an everyday mind...inside another days drearyness. A freshness to exceed the grayness. A brash mind to abuse the soapbox that is mother earth.
A war of the brain. An assault against our insulted intelligences. The death of a corporate trend that feeds what we're "supposed" to like to appease their own greed. Down with the suits and ties of a self consumed industry. Explore a new horizon, and entertainment will entertain us again. Silence is golden...But your voice and words are priceless.
The ability to make this a reality can happen sooner than later. Tell your friends, spread the word. The faster we know, the faster we adapt. The shorter the amount of time they'll be able to stop it. They line up in their room, and paint out pictures of the new wave to take them straight to the bank. With your money. Only to hours later be dissatisfyed with your contribution, and to start the process all over again. Repetition is a bitch, that's why we have divorces.
Ditch the Hitch, and align yourself with individuality. Align yourself with creativity. And above all else...ALIGN YOURSELF WITH IMMATURITY!!!!
Till later,
I AM SlaM, and you ONLY...wish you WERE!!!