All The World's A Stage

Enter stage right, the rightful heir to the throne of superficiality. Exit stage left, dethroned blonde ambition towards inevitable loss of interest.

We are all actors in the sense that we all breathe.

Enter consciousness, lights up, draw the curtain.

Thusly goes the dramatic ballet of the human race, twisting and twirling it’s way back and forth between true emotion, and pure unbridled exaggeration. In this day and age no person screams because they need to emote. People scream, my friends, because we all have the need, instilled in us from the birth of consciousness, to play the part.

I’ve seen the best actors of our time come and go, none of them on television or movie screens. I’ve seen individuals make the public believe things that would stun the devout believers. I have seen the decay.

Roll camera, quiet on the set, cue tears in three, two, one…

And so the dead rise.

Shine, baby, because after these fifteen minutes, fame will be a figment, and you will truly be fucked.