Primaljihad on Nostr: Your entire life you've been used as a battery. An unknown artist whos dreams are ...
Your entire life you've been used as a battery.
An unknown artist whos dreams are painted all over the world unbeknownst to you.
It's been happening since you were young, happy thoughts and wild imagination slowly sucked away and replaced with nightmares.
Your unique intuitive ideas siphoned away and sold to the masses, giving credit to those who never deserved it.
All the while you were sold into slavery and silenced. Put to work on a grindstone and mocked by the entire system, going to the movies and paying for a ticket to see a watered down version of what used to be a magical reality.
There has never been a true soul who's sold their heart and soul away for a paycheck.
It took years to scrape together a modicum of your own quality work, while the entertainment industry effortlessly cranks out hit after hit. Deploying its bugs from a massive hive to harvest the dreams of the eternal dreamers.
The only hit put out, was on you. The real artist, living in a fake A.I. driven world, run by mind controlled flesh robots who unconsciously do the bidding of their master.
They feel no emotional pain or empathy. They copy, they steal, they mock, they flock as they work together like gears in a clock. Ticking away all of our time, as we are put to work as slaves for a system that has already stolen everything from us.
Success was always a lie, and you were never meant to succeed. To do so in a world like this would be to play by its rules, and continue trading the rest of your time for numbers on a piece of paper.
A true artist works in secret, and creates for imagination sake. Give nothing to this place that's tried to take everything from you. Spit in its ugly face and keep marching all the way home to the beat of your own drum.
Of course the system will try to copy that too. What else is new.
An unknown artist whos dreams are painted all over the world unbeknownst to you.
It's been happening since you were young, happy thoughts and wild imagination slowly sucked away and replaced with nightmares.
Your unique intuitive ideas siphoned away and sold to the masses, giving credit to those who never deserved it.
All the while you were sold into slavery and silenced. Put to work on a grindstone and mocked by the entire system, going to the movies and paying for a ticket to see a watered down version of what used to be a magical reality.
There has never been a true soul who's sold their heart and soul away for a paycheck.
It took years to scrape together a modicum of your own quality work, while the entertainment industry effortlessly cranks out hit after hit. Deploying its bugs from a massive hive to harvest the dreams of the eternal dreamers.
The only hit put out, was on you. The real artist, living in a fake A.I. driven world, run by mind controlled flesh robots who unconsciously do the bidding of their master.
They feel no emotional pain or empathy. They copy, they steal, they mock, they flock as they work together like gears in a clock. Ticking away all of our time, as we are put to work as slaves for a system that has already stolen everything from us.
Success was always a lie, and you were never meant to succeed. To do so in a world like this would be to play by its rules, and continue trading the rest of your time for numbers on a piece of paper.
A true artist works in secret, and creates for imagination sake. Give nothing to this place that's tried to take everything from you. Spit in its ugly face and keep marching all the way home to the beat of your own drum.
Of course the system will try to copy that too. What else is new.