Archive 501
Vivian Galván García
Cyclical Nature
By mer LYour subconscious desires to buy irrelevant objects that I turned into powerful emotional symbols
But you won't believe what I come up with next!
I tricked women to smoke because we were losing half of the potential market
But I won't believe what we come up with next!
I trained your desires to overshadow your needs. You should try and express yourself!!
But you won't believe what I come up with next!
You're an American consumer! -I mean citizen. You are happy and docile!! Or is it dope and stupid? You are a happy machine! You are the key to economic progress!!
You, passive consumer, are the way to control democracy. Fooling you into discontent is the only way to keep the wheels a churnin.
But I won't believe what you'll come up with next.
The cyclical nature of systematic manipulation disturbs my magnetic field tremendously. It exploits naive innocence, it manuevors into the unconscious by flaunting their problems as solutions.
You have disheveled the little that I had.
You hold despotism over my head and tell me it is gold, turning me into the fool.
Your physical embrace quietly humbles my pain and swiftly extinguishes my yearning.
Manipulation is not only the selfish enslaving of souls but it is picturesque of the child and its parents. It changes a child's nature, their magnetic field.
you plant the seed and then it grows.
And the seeds grows like weeds
It is unfair.
The child has unknowingly nurtured and watered this sickening plant.
The day this child, who is no longer a child, realizes that this now tree is in fact rotting, putrid with mushrooms and white moss, they will have to uproot it.
Clueless and afraid- they don't know who they are or who they were supposed to be. They only know what they wish not to remember.
So bittersweet, how could this tree that the child clung to in the storm, be so dishonest.
What will they reap if they do not sow?
Sow and nurture and remember.
Let this be their truth and let them not forget.
I must contemplate symmetrical geometric solids. I need my mathematical cubes and other various forms.
So perfect and complete in structure.
So therapeutically attractive.
I look upon them to receive their pure energy as a reality in my life. I know they are not physically here, but they have value, I feel their grand magnetic field beginning to recharge me.
Their rules must be obeyed. They know best. Who could be so wholly complete as them?
Their perfect form enters into my subconscious life, then my consciousness in the form of a benevolent magnetization. I see harmony, I feel harmony, I now have perfect order and perfect correctness.
