(my untitled grade school book report on perspective)

-----Creative disorder is at an all time low, how are we to recruit for such an idea? Pinning Freedom to moral values should be seen as the original sin for the twenty-first century. "This is your mind on control addiction." Taxidermy and vocabularies. Retinas and the number one hundred thirty-seven. Kleenex and radio waves. Connections between unrelated phenomena! This is the thesis.
-----Heroin, cocaine, amphetamines, ect. Control, religion, sex, ect. There are worse addictions facing children than drugs. Addicts repeat nonsense loudly, so much so that it is almost entirely inescapable, speaking in modernities. This is not nonsense! Advertising, politics, art, family and propaganda. This is the real nothing. "Nothing" is excatly what those things strive to be, yet their differences are as small as the jump from the month of October to acceleration.
-----Modern despair is a bucking bull; you are just a cowboy along for the ride. This! is the rodeo clown destroying it's seriousness with thrown pies, outhouses, big floppy shoes, taboulli salad, squeezable red roses, ancient plate mail and polka dots. Me: "I'll/we'll tread on dead bodies, I/we don't care, it gets the important job done." But don't worry dear reader, I do truly love you. However I warn you, we are murderers. See?
-----I don't even know what I am writing anymore; mission accomplished.
-----We are coming to a paradigm near you...