factory-farmed lives
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The beat has changed.
The media is now less a sheepdog and more
our soul-abattoir, fattening up for harvest those choice masses best
fit for consumption, yet we still think it all our own tender offspring,
alternately naughty and whimsical...
"Don't make me think" is our mantra, so we miss even when our fancied "guardians" are consumed and switched with wolves.
Wiley coyotes own our factory-farm lives now.
"Eee!" i.e.: "I owe!".
-XV
