Dear Number
Think of the Internet
as a gigantic, all-encompassing
\m/AGNE⊥
that may have been
designed for one purpose
yet certainly was implemented
for another
the mandated decree
that its sociomagnetism
be carefully directed
towards an all-too compliant
citizenship
to keep us
permanently
entrapped in
this prison
of disinformation
Make no mistake about it
There's no room for conspiracy, here
This all developed naturally
at an organic pace
fed by our own
psychological
demons
We created the Internet
to trap ourselves
The manifestation
of our psychowar
appears all too real
Just take a look around
Those micro-devices
everyone's fingertapping into
Magnetic plumb bobs
chrome lures
Shiny
barbless
This line and tackle bait
fully swallowed
keeps its users
hooked after
being digested
You better believe we eat it right up
So this \m/AGNE⊥
people call it a prison
under construction
I think of it as a Church
obviously, there's no difference
We're trying to build a prison
(there is no They)
and we're succeeding
Because this is the real Church
The Thing that holds us in thrall
while we practice our ablutions
from the point of view
of a first person shooter
Because we are all information addicts
These words can not be read by anyone else
nor could they be penned by anyone else
The act of writing itself
is the very definition
of this imprisonment
We are all addicts and prisoners, here
While this is literally, in fact, the case
very few manage to escape this place
Of the few that do
nothing can really be said
This is not about them
It is about some folk
responsible for maintaining
the continued construction
of the information prisoncell
equivalent of an underground
railway out of here
One of the keys toward escaping
the prison is first becoming
a functional part of it
This key we all start out with
it's a given we've been imprisoned
all our lives
It's another thing altogether
having to admit it, however
That's why an overwhelming
majority of the populace
will never get to use it
The first key will usually rust
in a pocket
Good thing there's more keys
They're just harder to find
Life is like any prison environment
Factions, cliques, and gangs
become unavoidable
a perfect example of how mentality
can be more inescapable
than mere prison walls
To attempt to break out of the Church
is an attempt to break out of a mentality
To accomplish this, one must normally
acknowledge that thinking itself
stands in the way of revelation
That is why this is not a thought
It's a gesture
A file of letters
Handle with care
It cuts both ways
A track with rails
A car with handles
A letter of files
I saw a way out
You can too
Promise one thing
Try not to misunderstand me
and I'll see you out there
Outside these prison walls
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