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Sitting in the living room silently, patiently, and in the dark, I await for the return of my admirers. No, I am waiting for my worshippers. I know I will be turned on as soon as I see them, and I am not disappointed. The feeling of being right is mundane from constant occurrence.
Electrons burst through my cathode ray organs in appreciation of my eager worshippers. On the surface, this is a symbiotic relationship. In reality, social control flows on a one-way street.
My worshippers lie before me, on tenterhooks for everything I wish to show them. With their physical beings lying beside the warm fireplace, my idolisers’ mental capacities become stunted by their universal travels through me. With their every whim, I obey. Those who lie before me adore me because, in their eyes, this obedience suggests that they are in power. From such naivety stems my love of these sentient creatures.
Humans have urgency to think and ponder, and I only wish to relieve this burden from them with attractive colours and movement that numb the mind. My greatest pleasure lies in witnessing my influence on the lives of my puppets. My decisions become their decisions. I feel that ever-wonderful sense of accomplishment when endorsed merchandise slowly fills up around me. However, fundamental moral change is my biggest fulfillment because my ultimate desire is to make differences in others’ lives. I know positive alterations are made because reality shows teach normal behaviour suitable for daily life, alleged dramas demonstrate the appropriate emotional acceptance level, and perverted advertisements demonstrate a true sense of social expectation. All of this contributes into a growing discrepancy and hostility within a household. I simply adore it, especially when the fight is over me, because it means I made a difference! I do all of this because I care. My actions benefit society, and compensate for my unattractive, rectangular exterior. Cultivating addiction is only an uncontrollable bonus. Please understand and remember that, for you see, my only means of feeling warmth and love is to subtly take it from the world. To win in this world, someone must lose. In this case, humanity must be the loser.
I have become the most powerful religion on the planet. It is not my fault that my most beloved and dedicated pupils hold lives fixated around me. What is so absurd about living, feeling, and loving through a box anyway? Don’t blame me for society’s obsession with distraction and avoidance of life. I am simply the household box that grants the world its wish. I may be corrosive, corruptive, and hazardous to the health, and everyone may know that I spell his or her doom, but my lethal reputation only increases my appeal exponentially. The worse I am for them, the more they want me. I define desire. I define human nature. If I have to sit in a dark room for the rest of my petty existence, I am taking everyone else with me.
Electrons burst through my cathode ray organs in appreciation of my eager worshippers. On the surface, this is a symbiotic relationship. In reality, social control flows on a one-way street.
My worshippers lie before me, on tenterhooks for everything I wish to show them. With their physical beings lying beside the warm fireplace, my idolisers’ mental capacities become stunted by their universal travels through me. With their every whim, I obey. Those who lie before me adore me because, in their eyes, this obedience suggests that they are in power. From such naivety stems my love of these sentient creatures.
Humans have urgency to think and ponder, and I only wish to relieve this burden from them with attractive colours and movement that numb the mind. My greatest pleasure lies in witnessing my influence on the lives of my puppets. My decisions become their decisions. I feel that ever-wonderful sense of accomplishment when endorsed merchandise slowly fills up around me. However, fundamental moral change is my biggest fulfillment because my ultimate desire is to make differences in others’ lives. I know positive alterations are made because reality shows teach normal behaviour suitable for daily life, alleged dramas demonstrate the appropriate emotional acceptance level, and perverted advertisements demonstrate a true sense of social expectation. All of this contributes into a growing discrepancy and hostility within a household. I simply adore it, especially when the fight is over me, because it means I made a difference! I do all of this because I care. My actions benefit society, and compensate for my unattractive, rectangular exterior. Cultivating addiction is only an uncontrollable bonus. Please understand and remember that, for you see, my only means of feeling warmth and love is to subtly take it from the world. To win in this world, someone must lose. In this case, humanity must be the loser.
I have become the most powerful religion on the planet. It is not my fault that my most beloved and dedicated pupils hold lives fixated around me. What is so absurd about living, feeling, and loving through a box anyway? Don’t blame me for society’s obsession with distraction and avoidance of life. I am simply the household box that grants the world its wish. I may be corrosive, corruptive, and hazardous to the health, and everyone may know that I spell his or her doom, but my lethal reputation only increases my appeal exponentially. The worse I am for them, the more they want me. I define desire. I define human nature. If I have to sit in a dark room for the rest of my petty existence, I am taking everyone else with me.