It's often difficult these days to comprehend the sheer madness and jaw dropping stupidity now dancing on the edge of becoming a total outbreak, to not be thinking that we're all caught up in some dystopian movie, where HollyWEIRD has now become too real.

Like....really really weird.

'Real life' playing out on large screen, players being played.

Screwed.

By themselves also.

Zombies acting as TV/radio presenters, 'celebs,' blah blah blah the list is endless, all lined up as soldiers of fortune, where valour's been long thrown from the window onto the streets along with its forgotten soldiers.

If life were a boat on the ocean once sailing calmer seas, well it's now it's a submarine.

The hatches are open, the ocean is rough, the captain's in a drunken daze, dressed in different clothes and all communication is out.

"Man the lifeboats" you scream, failing at first to notice they're now too far out, drifting aimlessly on a ominously darkening horizon.

Imagine waking from a nightmare, and having shaken the sleep from weary bones, drawing the blinds only to realize that you must be lucid dreaming before....

again drifting away..

All is now upside down, back to front and inside out, what was up now is down, filling rapidly as flotsam starts bobbing around at eye level.

Jolted awake by the prospect of death and not having chosen drowning as a first option....

Dare you open those blinds?

To be awake as in having aWOKEn is never an easy thing.

Woke is something as in not yet having aWOKEn.

Those AWAKEned have.

Sure the nightmare continues....

Still sleeping.

UnAWAKENED.

Experiments in lab rats have shown that anything repeated ad nauseum becomes accepted.

(HERDING) BEHAVIOUR.

The NORM.

Safety in numbers,- most animal's

BASIC INSTINCT.

Take a look around you.

The zoo's come to town, right there where sits the circus.

The clowns are on the rampage while real ANIMALS RUN FREE, all is quiet in the zoo though, except all that is caged....

Cannot.

Or is waiting.

And so starts the circus....

"Hold on.....it's always been," you cry, while still resigned to the sight of those lifeboats, now filling with misshapen dead bodies moving, along with a whole host of Unicorns, all making out for a photo shoot.

The Ring Master's furious at having lost the plot, as lions, tigers and even a Russian bear dare to stand against him, while all the circus midgets have run off with the juggler to go and play with some balls.

Now facing certain defeat the once proud Showman must reveal certain truths once hidden to man.

SHOW MAN.

The audience are getting restless.

Meanwhile, huge elephants, pink in colour wearing a skimpy polka dot skirt to match...oh wait "Bohemian," it cannot be,- isn't that Russian? - now perform cartwheels,- front row seating in the comfort of your own home, as invisible as Chinese balloons on Mars and the sun how I see it (NOT) under my Chemtrailed sky.

Those elephants I see.

As can you the reader.

What's worse, all's still quiet back in that zoo, and the elephants are soundly sleeping.

WAKE UP,- cry the WOKE, whose own elephants are now up to performing threesomes, edge of the bed no less, underneath also.

As above so below.

All outside can never be understood if at first that inside,

isn't first.

Become that which you wish to be and that which you wish to see.

Become the change, and you can 'die' happy.

All is a reflection of self.

As above so below.

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Fox.