MundaneEverything appears to be normal. There's nothing out of place and there are only ordinary problems to deal with. You live a long and prosperous life and you believe you've given your children a future worth living in, or so you think.We are caught in an infinite time loop. We don't know because we are programmed to have anterograde amnesia every time the clock strikes midnight (Greenwich time).We have also been programmed to sense things that aren't really there, such as the bed I am lying on. That bed exists only in our collective mind. We wouldn't be able to handle the truth anyway, since this "earth" is actually just flat, solid rock with all of us wandering around acting like schizophrenics and senile people.Then where does our food come from you ask? He gives it to us. He also gives us memories to make us believe that we actually lived lives and we end up fooling ourselves into thinking exactly that. He also changes us physically slightly every night to complete the delusi
Fanciful SpoonsThere was a family that had gone on a road trip in the Rocky Mountains and they were in a rush to get to a hotel before it closed for the night. Driving on a road perilously perched on the canyon wall, the parents argued about how much this was costing them with the father scolding the mother for acting juvenile for not wanting to go which is why he was driving.The father had told her that she was nothing more than a bitter, old, penny pincher and that she was not going to drag him down to her level. She replied that she didn't care what he thought and that the only reason she even went on this trip in the first place was the promise of some proper family time. She vocalized her opinion that this was a massive waste of time and energy and she wanted to turn back, the father refused.This argument went on like this for a while with the son & daughter being told to be quiet every time they tried to say something. Twice she tried to take control of the car and turn it around nearly t
Our Spitting ImageA ladder reaches downTo a hallwayTwo ways to goTo power downThe sourceThat separatesThe universesFrom each otherDescribed asA million dancing fingertipsThey dispatch The CreatorA ghost of shapesThe other wayIs the gateway to everywhereMirrors line the wallsA way to countless placesAd InfinitumA ways of escapeWith almost noHope of being caughtThe Warriors of AssentLook at what they've becomeObsessed with their missionOf bringing Free Will
Safe?I realize what I should be looking forBut it's not hereDestroy this placeFor their releaseComeDown we shall go---------------The Decider was destroyedAnd the ones that it controlledAre released from their mind prisonYet they had a purposeWhat now?Stunned from falling fromThe destructionOf the combined thought-worldThe saboteursHave already goneThe FoundationAnd Free Will SocietyHave realizedThey must work Together to stop themThe chase is onOut in the flashing white desertThey run and drag onSeemingly aimlessTheir search isWhat is not knownIs that the answerIs a ways of escapeAnd he
Control Hatch ShudderWhat we seekWhat we needIs just a single answerTry to locate it in thisInception of imaginationI'll finally free myself from this nightmareInside this turbid worldAnd I'll free anyone who wants to followI'll just follow my fate for nowAnd start searching------------------------------------Capturing the saboteurIs the top priorityPoisoned with false premonitionsCauses insanityI don't know about youBut The Foundation will hunt them all down--------Different ideas will Change and secedeIt will never break our cohesionAll of us are awareOf what he will doAs much as it pains meWe will work with you
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