Freida, the ethereally crafted sweet and angelic visage of beneficent moral choice conspired by the master weavers of the matrix membrane…  While the pretentious crowd celebrates, and fêtes at its bloody red-carpeted galas and glitter-fest bashes, and while the happy shiny smiley puppets bask in the effluvium of their pathetically worthless acts of vicarious charity and sterilized compassion, the reality stands in stark contrast.

Stop yapping your empty nonsense and spewing your vacuous morality and brain-dead opinions, and for once, look at the subtext in the matrix of deception.

Look past the membrane of haze, you dunce, and try to see the mechanics of tyranny usurping the only thing that matters: your soul, your eternal soul – yeah, yeah I know, you’re so wise and omniscient that you know, YOU KNOW! that this is all there is to life.

…You idiot, you think you know that your soul, that which animates your ignorant flesh is confined to the shallow concavity of your perception, stewing in the regurgitated garbage that you take for your free choice and thought, but sadly you are wrong – I’m sure of it, cause I’m smarter than thou, ordained by thy Lord who ART in heaven – oh, refute that one if you can – go ahead!

Peace out,
-Iliad Alexander Terra