Creative Control

 Being young and going to school can be complicated in this current age of technology and information with all the pressures that the press and media love to press on us these days.
This biggest question I ever asked myself in school was,"Why do I think so hard and so much,while I play Sambo to a monotonous minimum wage slave who doesn't know how to configure academic lessons properly scolding at all the other kids who's most thought provoking conversations comes from cultivating the superstition of some sort of mysterious strain of THC that can be found in hand sanitizer?"
Now when the quote on quote smart kids(you know,the honor students) felt the need to garner whatever brain cells they could bundle together in order to contribute to this overly religious belief system of Banana Republic and profane knock knock jokes,I lost all hope for the school system from both an academic and a social standpoint of view.

The majority of my peers seemed to all buzz around this hive mind set of follow the herd which,from my perspective,had no real logic but was completely derived from an instinct that for me needed a tremendous amount of intuition to uncover.

How do these crack pot kids come in here,sit down with their books and pencils without questioning  the importance of what the teacher is muttering to them? Scribbling segment after segment of what  seemed to be useless information considering that it traveled from one ear to out the other never to be remembered after the big test,but for some odd reason treated it as if it was THAT important to know, other than to get a decent grade.

How is it they all have the same simultaneous urge to buy all the super trendy wristbands,shorts,shoes with out a voice in their ear and not question who is telling them to buy it?How,how,how? How do you walk around in everyday real life without wondering whats real and whats life? Then I figure out how by comparing and contrasting our differences,through television.

Yes,television.The gadget used by cooperate giants to give you all these giggly glittery superficial advertisements telling you one thing but showing you another. Using glamor as a means of appeasing the senses and dumbing down the masses so they can push more products on them through commercials and other forms of subliminal advertising(which I'll try not to go into since most people into that only care about counting triangles). But for the sake of being fair,let me step back,not exert all of my eccentricity on my forgotten pen pals from school. I too watched t.v.,every bit as guilty as they are. But my redemption comes from not what I watched,but how I watched it.

I was a pirate for plots,a stickler for story lines,a crater for characters and whole bunch of other suggestive adjectives that make a show good(or at least they did back in the day). I watched a show with a Tobey Mcgiure Pleasant View mentality. I want to know what stimulates the character's(not necessarily the actor's)point of view from where they live at. What goes on in the shadow side of the show,the parallel universe where the show isn't a show but a reality which really exist.

When I see a character go through something or say something,I take a minute to ponder to myself, well,what would've happened if it had occurred the other way around? What if instead this character had said this thing instead of that,or did this rather than walking through that door in that particular fashion? The possibilities seemed to be endless as I was more concerned with what went on in that one room in the far left hand corner that was never mentioned,what my life would be like if I lived in a house with a bunch of predominately four foot high anthropomorphic animals that spewed the same profane crude jokes as the kids from school,and next door was the promiscuous all girl college swim team.
I remember being able to see myself run around the show interacting with the characters in a way that defied both the laws of this reality and the science fictional laws of the shows itself,acting as some kind of liaison between this world and fictional world as well. Walking about in my day to day life living inside this metaphorical wasteland wondering what it was that made everyone do whatever it is they did.Wondering what mechanisms were at work "their" minds that made them behave as such.

As I kept this concept in mind this I would contemplate the absolute meaning of the show and wouldn't let my brain(or my pineal) rest until they told me.After I watched the show I would go to my room and act the whole show out to make sure I wasn't doing anything stupid when I left the house(which I usually did anyway cause I thought it was funny).

 I would never turn my thinker off until I figured out the program inside and out,it wasn't until after my third or fifth time seeing it I would finally let myself become subdued in the sludge manifested as static shock airwaves that are prime time television(which happens to be between the hours of 7 and 11p.m. About the same hours most people arrive home from work,both mind and body tired and exhausted not wanting to think or do anything at all,the perfect time for mind control but I digress). Well now that I've established how I get locked into the idiot box.Lets observe the others shall we?

From my experience peers seemed to be more interested in clothes rather than themes,meaning,knowledge,and points of view. They pass substance over for quantity to look like every one else.Their eyes fixated on the wardrobe of the cast rather than the character or the subliminal meanings of the show(or even the regular meaning for that matter).
People would rather shop till they drop these days as everything ceases from focusing on the inner and revolve around the outfit. As long as its glossy the people'll be gawking. The average viewer's concentration is more fixated on the ensemble of the poorly developed characters than the actual plot and meaning,missing the subliminal messages and purpose of the show entirely.

So caught up on DKNY and sperri's they're completely unaware of the actress who oh so subtley lets a sexual reference slip every time her costar says "potato" on that certain TV-G rated show that everybody's talking about.
Children have a most irritated urge to imitate this kind of behavior to prove themselves worthy of hanging out with the group of kids who can regurgitate the things shown on Jersey Shore the best.
Those kids end up being the normalest( confined to the current social norms of the time),the most popular,most sexually active,most depressed,most bubbly,most horny.

Their so caught up trying to be celebrities that they don't see the error of their ways,hipsters are traveling at high speed on a cut throat course to emulate the hottest fashion trends and the highest viewed YouTube videos,disregarding their perimeters for safe sex,personal safety and privacy.

This generation of kids have become psychologically dependent on "fitting in" and "being cool"literally acting like they know other way to behave other than blindly follow the instructions embedded inside of them by the idle minded performers who prance along the inside of the boob tube.
Getting them geared towards the baller life style,teaching them to WANT big but not to think it,wanting to be every thing else but thinking. Slaving away at a nine to five job all day blowing their whole paycheck on shoes,clothes,and jewelry with nothing on their mind except for what every one else is thinking.

So as you can see they play the biggest part in this whole thing. They don't even realize the subliminal hyper sexualized messages inserted in them by that specific character until they're buying that same outfit the character said it in with the check they got from their babies daddy on their way to an audition for sixteen and pregnant.
All of this to become a celebrity,but it always made more sense to me to become a character first,than,if I felt like it, a celebrity after.I'd rather garner something internal for my love and self esteem,fuck a fashion choice.
Programs are really thirty minute long ads for the new fall line up at the Gap.The gap between me and most of my peers is a barricade of subliminal advertisements and messages. Messages I can compute and understand,things they have no idea of becoming actions they mindlessly execute.
Advertisements I stray away from,become logos invisibly tattooed all over their bodies without even having to have been dependent on a physical needle as the medium.

Soda,junkfood,movies,and rockstars have plagued these once dear innocent children with the microwave mentality.
Trapping you in this dazed happy go lucky trance of smoking,drinking,and mindless sex,actually convinced that this is the procrastinatory road to follow for success all because some pseudo personality on the internet or television tells you so.
Now if your doing these things just for the high then that's okay,a personal choice. But when you indulge in these activities just for the social effect because someone told you to do it,that's a different story.That's called being hypnotized by the man,brother man.

Its this kind of follow the herd way of thinking that stunts the growth of today's youth,most of whom are still stuck in the phase of wanting something for nothing. Day dreaming about money,clothes,and ho's because that's what they've been conditioned to believe what success is.Regardless of what it is that true part of them REALLY wants to do.

Ask them why they take on this attitude towards life and they reply "cause we're pursuing our dreams bih". But what dreams have they,other than getting more followers on twitter,being bigger burnouts going through continuous gram of weed smoked,recording some rap songs on FL studios that never see the light of YouTube,and a couple of accepted friend request from some photo shop addicted floozies on FaceBook?
Success.A goal so vague,a journey so general,a destination so desolate of anything well deserved because it's not a destination at all,but a journey as stated before.
Kids think that if they just play the part with out making any real effort on their part like so and so says on t.v. then the money will just magically come,but they're wrong.It takes dedication and hard work to become successful in  anything that you wanna achieve in life.
Heck,most of the time the person they see on television doing all that stuff isn't worrying about the reprecussions of their actions while they're telling you this happy go lucky message because they're too busy making money.Doing exactly what they're paid to be doing,entertaining.
That's it.
They'll tell you themselves,their not Saints from another dimension who make deals with the Annunaki space warriors dedicated to making your life better. They're  a bunch of hard working okey doke chauncey folk who're given millions of dollars to do what they love with private jets,assistants,and accountants.So you walking to the store with your measley $500.00 pay check trying to dress like Beyonce is outrageous.Stop trying to live outside of your means just because  what the pretty picture instructed you to do so and maybe you wont be so broke all the time.

They instill in you this ideology of idolizing image.Image and image alone.
Leading you to expect that there's something more,by hyping it up with a boat load of propaganda and superficial superstition. But I'm here to tell you that there's not. Image is what is,image, a mere facade. Lights,camera,and pretty colors.Fake.Contains an abundance of inspiration,but in the long run it doesn't exist,isn't real.They build it up by telling you it's more than what it is.
Painting a perfect picture(just a picture) around an assortment of lies,inside of a golden ivory frame. As the audience gets hyped up and horny off of a flashing symbol that's only visible every six milliseconds in between commercial breaks.
 If your brain is going to be sewn into a microwave,at least be an electromagnetism technician. These hollowed out Holly Wood holograms got people running around in 360 circles like the freeze dried food that's getting cooked inside.Running after the radiation emitted from the re-runs of your favorite sitcom that's not getting you anywhere.


You will go stark raving mad trying to chase after something that doesn't exist.
Trying to place yourself in this painting will render you socially retarded because of the physically wounded brain you got from that paint brush sticking out of your head which has been there since you got here.
That paint brush then acts as an antennae to transmit and receive signals from whoever put it there until you are able to tap into the creativity once you realize your being controlled to create your own reality.
 But few kids ever get to become familiar enough with this paint brush consciously to utilize it's creative potential. There's always that one kid in every group who doesn't have any definitive goals,just happy to be there.Chasing his own tail but unlike the others is conscious he's doing so,in no denial what so ever. He(or she)takes that paint brush every day and dreams up new and innovative ways to view life and his surroundings. Whether it be through the arts or advanced technology,this kid dilligently dedicates himself to the frontier of whatever field he partakes in.

Everybody's chasing after something but this kids staring at the wall through the back of his mind chasing after everything and nothing at the same time.Indigo child,an intuitive psychic residing in silence.Coming with so many foreign off the wall ideas they really don't know how to reach out,cause when they do the same people they speak too reply with a smug oxymoronic response of "Your crazy" simultaneously becoming Mr.Me Too,all at the same time.It almost becomes somewhat of a burden communicating with others, but Im here to tell you its not that they don't relate they just haven't reached that certain mental state.
Everybody's got that kid in em' but not every bodies that kid in em'. So when that kid get wit em' they think he's kidding em',but he's not.He's serious.

 A lot of kids like this are caught in between the fourth wall.They reside right on the line of whats real and whats make believe,the threshold of whats really going on and what that cute girl on Disney channel told you.I know,its not easy being a patient in the asylum of assessing whats real and whats make believe. It's safe to say that every one has this switched flicked on and off in their minds on a regular basis. The only difference between every one else and the exceptional one percent is how often one operates in this particular mind state on a day to day basis.
Most people activate this mechanism when listening to their peers and coworkers telling them  the stories of what happened the day before, separating the facts from fiction. Few individuals(advanced spiritualists,artist,detectives,ect.) take on what most would deem as the unnecessary task of analyzing this planet we live on with hopes of finding some sort of answer why,kinda ignoring the fact that an answer lies right in front of you on every corner,PICK ONE!


Hypnotized by the gloss gawking at its luminosity,still thinking of all the things they could do with it with out even doing anything. Chasing after this divine feeling inside of themselves that's only been expressed on the outside to them as a pretty that inspires them to go beyond the five senses and who they think they are to who they know they are. These kids got all eyes on them but cant find out what every one is looking at,the one thing everybody notices but no one pays attention too.I'm here.you broke the barrier but you still here. Caught in this virtual limbo of make believe garnered by the petty jealous hatred of those who make beliefs. I can see the T.V. static screening in your eyes. Autonomously directed people looking at you like you need your anatomy dissected.


 Its been hardest for you cause t.v.'s got a social lane for every body,an instructional guide for behavior if you will,but they never told you what to do cause they couldn't.And that's the hard part.
Finding yourself amongst the chaos with no help from any one but your own intuitive instincts because the powers that be hate those like you,people who think for themselves. You got all the talent in the world even though it seems that unknown forces have specifically placed people and events around you to convince you otherwise,but rest assured,every one goes through that.It's called real life.
Being able to read between the lines of the book of life IS your talent,and you never compromise your talent for no one.Unless you get a job,then that means you come back down to earth,to READ your lines rather than in between,and play your role.


So kid out there who's reading this and gets the goosebumps the purpose of this blog is not be fearful of what you watch but to be mindful of what you watch. I know there's times when you feel like there's nobody on your side but there is. You just gotta come back to earth.Get a plan and go for yours.Channel all that creative energy towards a craft that makes you happy,money isn't everything. Do something you love and enjoy life.