Adulterating Substance

zie ook ik ben wie ik moet zijn, dankzij hulp en medicatie 

"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise." - A. Huxley

Drugs to take down the nation - Jon Rappoport

The call to arms was never true,
I'm medicated..how are you?
Let's take a dive swim right through,
Sophisticated point of view.

sophistication (n.) 

early 15c., "use of sophistry; fallacious argument intended to mislead; adulteration; an adulterated or adulterating substance," from Medieval Latin sophisticationem (nominative sophisticatio), noun of action from past participle stem of sophisticare "adulterate, cheat quibble," from Latin sophisticus "of sophists," from Greek sophistikos "of or pertaining to a sophist,"

 

medicate (v.)

"to treat medicinally," 1620s, a back-formation from medication, or else from Late Latin medicatus, past participle of medicare. Related: Medicated; medicating. The earlier verb in English was simply medicin (late 14c.).

I'm medicated... how are you?

To cope with the madness and destruction of the world I am prescribed mind-altering drugs.  In this broken artificial world, it makes me less affected by it. Participating in the experiments of psychiatry, at the frontier of finding the heavenly, world-transfiguring drug.   Ofcourse the discour is to see the patient as ill, maladjusted, strange, alienated.  A person to be cared for, burdened by and a burden to society.

 

However, something is tremendously wrong with the construction of the human condition, considering the staggering amounts of psychotropic pills that cross the counter, and the profits made by the sales of it.  Sustaining an artificial coping and providing a temporary escape from the trauma human beings are all suffering from.  When the veil falls,  the full awareness of the daily atrocities of this open prison overwhelms and paralyzes the person, subjected to the horror which is burned on the inner eye.   Is it a cure to keep human beings in a quasi-state of being, a numbing dull existance and extended suffering?  Is it the individual that is to be considered ill, insane?  Is it the new normal to pop a pill from the craddle to the grave to adjust to the unadjustable?

In this way this is truely sophistication intended to mislead, to maintain the status quo of a corrupted, sick society and diagnosing the individual human being as being ill due to a chemical imbalance in the brain.

 

As a sleeper in metropolis

You are insignificance

Dreams become entangled in the system

Environment moves over the sleeper:
Conditioned air
Conditions sedated breathing
The sensation of viscose sheets on naked flesh
Soft and warm
But lonesome in the blackened ocean of night

Confined in the helpless safety of desires and dreams
We fight our insignificance
The harder we fight
The higher the wall

Outside the cancerous city spreads
Like an illness
It's symptoms

In cars that cruise to inevitable destinations
Tailed by the silent spotlights
Of society created paranoia

No alternative could grow
Where love cannot take root
No shadows will replace
The warmth of your contact

Love is dead in metropolis
All contact through glove or partition
What a waste
The City -
A wasting disease

Sleeper In Metropolis

Anne Clark