isn't that all fake?
the constant subversive need for symbolism obviates them?
your psyop is calling you.
you're it's mommy.
it will do to you what you want it to do to eveyrone else.
you birthed it. It's calling your name.
all of your dillhouse is yours and yours alone.
it's like the board breading is handed around between different teams of disreputible sots.
one bread it's one group, the next it's another. Sometimes they are this, other times they are that.
but they are never all that.
they are always obvious.
and lately they are even more depraved and angry
that they are meaningless
and have nothing, and can not even make any wave at all, they are becalmed, lukewarm, dried up, shrivelled.
they can hear all the psyops gulloms calling out to them . . .
"Mommy you sent me to do bad. I'm a good boy, mommy. you fed me and told me you loved me and sent me to self distruct , mommy, to hurt others. Now I'm coming home to do what you wanted me to do to them . . . " they call out.
like the Banshee episode of the 1980s Twilight Zone with the sound track by the famous band . . .