it'll all come out in discovery
Yeah, you're right. Probably not. Too far-fetched. Who could believe all of it so interconnected like that? Everyone up in each other's business, trying to game the system, pull strings, debase, even murder each other for fame and wealth. What kind of story is that? Salacious at best. Could be all lies and slander, I guess, but I think there's something to it. What do you think? Anything is possible, what have you got cooking?
The pain of it is what haunts me. I'm not here to be petty. I'm not here to gloat the way some people do. I don't even need to be right, it's not about me exactly, my positioning. I was just trying to live my own life and got sucked into all this nonsense. I know you're keeping your hands off of me and my child, I know that much. Now that that's settled and I've got us raised up into adulthood, I'm going back to look after everyone else. If I could, I'd rescue all of us. There is no prize that's worth all the deceit and manipulation I'm seeing here. Nothing is worth that. No amount of money is going to bring peace to their souls. There aren't riches enough. I know how it can be when it feels like the world is against you, when the world is actually against you. When you signed all the NDAs and contracts and there's no getting out of it. Playing a role, performing to save your own life, everyone feeding off of you. How can anyone survive that and come out the other side coherent? The machine has made monsters of everyone. The techbros, their severed heads and hair plugs moving around autonomously on robot dog bodies. Actors and models who used to be celebrities, admired by millions, by most on the planet, finally seen through for their lies and manipulation, game playing.
Did they sell their children into the industry? Did they man child for yachting and baby girl for kicking around and worse? The violence and turmoil of each boiling over in the collective. Every relationship, every appearance a cultivated message from a public relations team: product placement mostly, themselves as the product. I don't know who Harry Styles is. I'm not apologizing for that, I'm just saying that I don't. Matching outfits as playing for the same team. I'm sorry for what's become of everyone. What happened to their heart minds? Was it for fame, for attention, for success? Were they born into it? I'm not sure how monsters are made. Maybe they're cultivated, created as most monsters are.
What beliefs are they holding that determines their behaviors, their realities? Tell me more about how the world works, how to get money and followers, how to go viral, to blow up. What's the point of that in the end? What is the profit on't? If fans and followers equal money, what does money get? Money gets the bills paid, puts food on the table, helps take care of our people and then what? After that isn't it just greed, just hoarding? An effort to be the best, to eliminate the competition, imagining yourself outside the bounds of moral law, out here taking people's lives because you want their land and resources, the minerals beneath the soil. Can't just be doing all that. These monsters been running around unchecked. Who's going to stop it? Maybe it will be the unseen guardians of women and children, she has so many forms. The great Mystery herself. I like to think that the person who inked her onto predators' backs was bringing down justice, anchoring it into form. We/they will never outrun this, it's in the blood now. There's nowhere to hide.
All these so-called celebrities, the ones who are loved and hated, all agreed to play roles here in this time. Messy as hell, violent, cruel, callous, shallow— hurl all the words at them and they still won't penetrate because they may be operating completely unconsciously from scripts and embedded programs. Invisible contracts they don't remember signing. Most of us are. I didn't say they're stupid, these are some of the most calculating, driven beings on the planet in this time. It's not just one of them. In all directions we are surrounded, and people seem to look up to them as role models, wanting to get money money, get money money, get. All I ever see anymore is wounded children. I see wounded children who were violated themselves enacting violence on others as the cycles continue again and again, escalating, worsening. Things here have become more violent and cruel than anyone could have ever imagined. In all directions.
What's finally happening to throw it all into disarray is the collapse of the structures that have kept everything held in place. Keeping the rich out of harm's way, allowing these predators private islands and yachts. I felt bad for the ten thousand people working in PR who just got laid off or who will be let go in these last few weeks of the year, that's really rough. People dedicated their lives to their jobs– ten, fifteen, twenty years to the company. Public relations, marketing, publishing, academia, film and media, every industry is showing rot at its core, scandals popping off left and right. So many people are ending the year with even more chaos than they started with— no more paycheck, no benefits means maybe no more food in their mouths, no more roof over their heads. I'm afraid it's going to get much worse before it gets better. Sike, no. I'm not going to say that. I'm playing. Everything could be beautiful at any moment, in the blink of an eye.