This daydream is brought to you by the makers of terror oh I mean truth.  Now that the chairs have all been put up I can relax with my hangover.  For some reason I can not get it through my thick skull that there is a purpose to my American Life.  I love getting the shit scared out of me on a daily basis.  Heck I’ll down all my poison soft drinks to calm me and help me feed my face way beyond what I am supposed to because my body can not recognize what it is doing.  My surroundings some how deliver me to a comforter lined with pills.  This is my daydream.  I can hear voices of media metallic types dripping from every conditioning box.  This temps me.  This triggers my responses.  It has been decided that my relationships are all based on figures that act for my amusement when I hit the red button on this magic wand.  These individuals that I sit next to on the bus are no longer just themselves.  They are fit into a nice predetermined response like I have seen before.  Entertainment is just that.  Now my friends want to be programmed like what we see.  Funny to me because we are not written in characters in a made up scenario that will constantly entertain everyone however we are corralled into believing this.  Many conditioned moments in my life have left me on the preverbal doorstep with a flaming bag of crap in my hands.  This is a dream.  I love it when I am instructed to see that individuals that run business and such are useless bags of plasma that vomit their limitations onto others without a blink of an eye.  This too is wonderful wooly kind of fun.  Maybe my thoughts should stay in my head so they can over flow into another part of my life that I can not control since control is as factious as a two dimensional cartoon. This is beginning to be some enjoyment.  Maybe for you it is entertainment.  No bubble gum and pop tarts here just me wondering who is in your brain if it isn’t you.