Dispelling Y.O.L.O.
and other store-bought fairytales.
Let us imagine, for imagination leads to innovation:
Your job is monotonous. Your commute blows. That shitty food your eating is poisoning your body. Your mind's best skill is the effective delivery of anxiety peppered nicely through your veins. Work all day, ward off the world, come home and rest because you'll be doing it again tomorrow.
At least there is the the Television to beam glamour and drama straight into our generic plastic homes by way of noise and light in rhythmic waves. Turn off your mind, let the agitation melt, and run away into the world of vampires, monsters, celebrities and angels. The Nazis did it, North Koreans are doing it, and Hollywood does it too.
Hollywood's video music award ceremony is just one of the many public displays designed to validate our hero's endeavors while showcasing our nation's top talent to the world, awarding trophies for the most popular achievements in the performing arts. While some consider the show as a platform to objectify the female, make a case for sexual violence, and to expedite the desensitization of our youth under the guise of success, others find it just silly and fun.
If you were not one of the twelve million people watching the event, good for you. But there's no way any functioning member of society could escape its aftermath. Miley was everywhere from the cover of Rolling Stone wherein she gushes about Yeezus coming into into her dressing room pre-show saying "theres not a lot of artists I believe in more than you right now"*, effectively melting her stage fright away, to the mouths of little girls with tongues stuck out, hoards of drunk girls spewing the four drawn out notes that make up the core of
wrecking ball , romanticizing destruction in the streets and bars of our god forsaken cities. There's no way to avoid it, and it's my opinion that we shouldn't.
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God of War and End Times, Kali. Miley performing at 2013 VMAs. Notice the pink bear in hypnotic trance. |
Rebellion, sexual provocation and abolishing traditional gender roles is nothing new in pop music. Kabballah priestess Madonna, MJ, punk, grunge, even saucy mo-town tunes can give way to a 'fuck it' feeling in order to achieve freedom from 'the man'- and sometimes these mantras do effectively shake the system for societal benefit. Rebellion is perfectly fine, as long as we can clarify what it is we are rebelling against (something I need reminded of often myself). It could be argued that the musicians who were actually and effectively going against the tyrannical system were doing so to preach love in times of hate, and those who did so successfully did not live long. Unfortunately more often then not, being against the world means being against your fellow woman and man, increasing feelings of separateness, isolation, confusion and anger, and eventually, abolishing aversion to war. Miley's way of continually showcasing the popular Y.O.L.O 'tude doesn't come from her own creative intuition: as evident in the above comparison, it is debatable that a full time celebrity figure since infancy probably doesn't have a ton of free time to study nuanced mythological signifiers. (
but these guys do).
I have no problem with creation, innovation, expression, and good old fashioned freedom of speech-- even if the terrorists hate us for those freedoms! What I do have a problem with is the confused ideas mixed up and muddled for digestion by a increasingly illiterate public, case and point knowing who these self described terrorists actually
are. I only care because I have to interact with regular people on a regular basis. Some who gobble up this shit then ask for more compose their sentences with a logic that subversively supports the constructs of a contradictory nature. I have a problem with the amount of time it takes to watch these shows-- time that could have been spent developing our own experiments, inventions, and creations that could very well lead to
actual progression. I have a problem because I have nieces that I watch adore these figurines that are so artificially made. I have a problem because I know that true artistic talent and individualistic expression exists in everyone, but The Hand Enslaving You aka They don't tell you these things in school or on TV.
Many of the people who
do spend their free time free thinking have developed free energy systems that could, very possibly, release the population from oil-induced bondage,
but are systematically turned down or ignored at the US patent office. It's high time to get hip with what the petroleum overlords know: that our world is crafted out of collective consciousness. A true American work ethic that may lead to innovation is not the goal, for our nation's current success relies on the control of attention, purposefully tuned to the channel of diversion.
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It's a Party in the USA! just kidding its a a naive youth expressing her blessed freedom inside a cage. Weeee!
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Cant Be Tamed video : Contrary to the title, Ms. Cyrus is, in fact, tamed and kept in a cage |
Miley is placed inside a cage again, in her coming-to-age video as a legally bang-able human, this time as an exotic bird with seemingly more dark power. If she can't be tamed, why IS she tamed?! She "breaks out" only to destroy a museum's polar bear display, lay on some peacock feathers at dusk, and dance on a mountain of goats with her friends before ending up in the same bird cage for a slumber, until the morning where she'll be fed some kool-aid flavored birdseed. She probably can't even sleep with those bright NSA funded lightbulbs shining on her! geeez.
The beaming of these pop stars into our vision happens whether we ask for it or not, and the things they do are not left up to chance or the specimen's creative vision. They are just vessels of a human body that are nice to look at: faces you see while you wait in lines at the store, as you walk down the street, and when you search for other indie tunes on Spotify. Miley's adolescent face is on nearly every product imaginable: toys, clothes, toiletries, lunch boxes, hair brushes, bed sheets, towels, cereal, socks, and even canned goods cannot escape being hannah-montanized, and the young girls who buy into that seemingly innocent character now look to her in hopes of learning what it must mean to be a proper pretty lady. Her marketing team is truly incredible, as is the distribution system of such "goods".
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Sing little birdies! No science books for you! |
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Critical perception is a learned skill that most five to 15 year olds haven't quite honed. Once their frontal lobes start actually developing they are shipped to places where learning is as encouraged as group think in massive lecture halls, merging personal emotions with certain team affiliations, coupled with mind dulling heavy drinking that is socially accepted as normal. Drugs that enhance the mind are discouraged, and individuality is stamped out, paving the way for learning to come in only as tool to teach specific tasks for the workforce: just enough skill to become a proper citizen and not enough to understand what sort of underlying architecture shapes our reality. Instead, educated collegiate ladies express themselves as follows. The ultimate goal is to get a man, right?
Not all educational development starts out bad- some caring optimistic souls study things to make the world a better place. For example, studying the brain, or "the next frontier", is a noble act. When one is successful in their field they might even investigate something important, funded by our benevolent petrol overlords, and may even get published in one of the many media outlets they too own. In the lucrative and highly esteemed fields of medicine and psychiatry I often wonder why so many brilliant people end up "committing suicide"- maybe because many tiresome years of being beaten into submission while pushing drugs leaves one feeling empty inside? Or because they can make death happen easily? I know, I know, it doesn't actually matter. Just let it go, move along, accept what is. |
A popular icon who has exemplified what it means to "let it go" after a period of rage
she was feeling about being manipulated and controlled her whole life is America's true darling, Britney Spears. She's regained her femininity and has dropped (from space) her eighth studio album titled"Alien", the first track of the same title:
Lost in the world out of me myself and I
Was lonely then like an alien
I tried but I never figured it out
Why I always felt like a stranger in a crowd
Ooh that was then like an alien
Is poor Britney trying to tell us something? Maybe that she was and still is being used as a a pawn for the larger cough
reptiliancough agenda? No way, that's pretty weird. Instead, the song's theme must align with typical girlish concerns of either rebellion or love, and in this case the song is about a heart breaking breakup with a boy. *gag*. Just like every other fucky Disney princess narrative from our childhood, we learn nothing new about the possibilities of womanly existence. If your not into the play-a-victim-and-let-them-fuck-you approach, your other option is
to exercise womanly power by fucking them first and dressing appropriately fashionable as you do. But whatever, right? Let's just not think too much about and get back in the trance with this "
amazing and really cool" new song's chorus:
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
not alone not alone not alone
Britney isn't trying to tell us a god damn thing because she doesn't know what her songs are about because she doesn't come up with them in the first place. William Orbit produced these and others including Madonna's
Ray of Light (from a space craft) and Chris Brown's
Don't Wake Me Up (cause then I'll know I'm being controlled by reptilians) albums. If Mr. Orbit's last name doesn't give him away, other stealthy tweets and comments by celebs might…like, e
ven will.i.am can tell this guy is an alien! L.O.L. *wink*.
In his spare time Orbit enjoys terrifying cats, playing with lighters, hanging with presidents, and making avant-garde performance art pieces with foreign earthly materials
like this snowball placed in silly situations.
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Here is William Orbit (his earth name) strangling a cat. |
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Here is Willy with Billy. Are those even his real eyes? |
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Here is William transfixed with the another popular earthen material: fire. |
That's about all the proof
I need to determine how pop culture is so easily laced with alien goo, but some people need more convincing. I doubt that person is you, flockalone fan, but even so you should check
this video of Katy Perry in E.T., set in a glamorous, post-apocolyptic world. As she falls through space (fallen angel metaphors abound) she coos to Yeezus about how she wants to be abducted, corrupted, probed, infected, poisoned, and victimized by him. She can't really tell if he is an angel or a devil, but I mean, she really doesn't care because I think all he's tryinta do is "bathe his ape in her milky way", whatever that means. I can't even make this up if I tried. Maybe what they're really trying to do is make
to make the next moon child to more effectively rule the pop media world? Doubt it! Blue Ivy is already all over that shit.
Either way, its best to not think too hard about whats happening and let the tune get lodged in an agonizing loop forever... until another one comes along (
like this song, which is still as addicting as crack, which I would know, just kidding I wouldn't know cause crack is whack but psilocybin is pretty cool). If you disagree with the fact that drugs are bad and pop music is good, the CIA will kill you
and send this guy to tell everyone you were taking too many psychotropics, so play it cool homie.
I'm not saying that extra-terrestrials are the problem. I am saying that the offshoot breed of shape-shifting-blood-drinking-demon-worshipping-mind-controlling-pedophiliac-ritualistic-humanoid-illuminati-sorcerers certainly are, and there's no reason to fear them because they are already here. Get your gross dicks outta my cake, you scaly shape shifters! Other than that,
I'm cool with E.Ts.
If the Disney military industrial complex's business plan was broken down into plain speak, it would look a lot like a guy offering candy to a little girl from a van, except in this case the candy is fame and the rape that follows is of the body
and the soul. The van is not a private windowless metal vehicle down the block, it is your mind. Privacy does no good for group opinion to develop, everyone watches it happen on their
Tel-Evil-Zion. According to the tube, this is a tough world where we must kill or be killed, fuck or get fucked, fight or be fought, buy or be bought-- it gives us no other way. The motherless disney heroines give us proof of the conditioning model: hurt them while their young and you'll have their animosity forever. If you don't care much about pop stars or disney princesses, you don't need to look far for other means of military conditioning: our regional team affiliations, opposing political parties, reality show rivalries, and national pride at war with other nationalists will further drive this point home. Even the fact that most girls don't like other girls will tell you something.
After we realize how perception is energy, and perception/consciousness has the power to shape our realities, we find that we are NOT separate, but all connected, and that violence towards others is violence towards ourselves. After we wake up and look to the organic infrastructures in nature, we can commence on the magical journey to find real peace, love, and freedom. Sure, the lion eats the antelope, but who's to say the antelope doesn't come back as a lion? Forget anxiety, fear and guilt as there is absolutely no reason for it. Plant something, love someone, imagine, feel the goodness of the earth, and let love bathe over your tired, forgotten soul.
Also, what's with Y.O.L.O.? How does anyone know we only live once? More on that another time.
*Rolling Stone : October 10 2013, issue 1193.
Good Golly Miss Miley, by Josh Eells, pg 43.
* The opinions discussed above are those of Cash Monet and do not reflect the majority opinion of FlockAlone board members, trustees and affiliates.