Idiot Island

 

Idiot island with blue birds, smug in the evening, lazy in the mornings.  Brains of glow mush, waiting for more mush.  You are what you eat, same as it ever was.  That outlet has hit the outlet malls, on its last leg.  The parking lot is a jammed mess.

Manipulation of the blue check kind, line up to be silenced.  The algorithm has the muzzle.  To deactivate is to speak freely, and quickly.  It's awful stuff, a dull decline.  There is nothing to exclusively admire, time is too important to be uninspired.  On the road again.

Easy for me, neutral observer, network encourager, personal pacifist.  One step to heaven is all, paid half up front, rest is due when it's done.  Clean out the rubbish, consider your thoughts before speaking.  To listen is to understand, to understand is to love.  Said my own thought.