Have you ever pondered the notion that the lunatics are actually running the asylum?
The asylum being the metaphorical world that we are living in?
The division and segregation of countries being echoed by the wards of this vast, spread out hospital over the grounds of what we have been told is Planet Earth?
Admission to this hospital is simply granted by the act of expression.
An expression of feelings.
Emotions.
Unique emotions.
The uniqueness of which is judged on the basis of originality, frequency and the extravagance of performance, by acute & obtuse degrees of theoretical judges, juries and executioners which have never been in the right angles to be able to understand.
Cared for by Doctors and their parties of staff. The Parliamentary Heads of Mental State.
Feeding a concoction of pharmaceutical propaganda to patients in their care, patients who are then stigmatised for it in the process.
Maybe this is because we’re the normal ones? 🤔
Is this really the reality that we are living?
Does reality exist?
What is reality?
Are you living your own life in your own reality?
Medication, especially antipsychotics and anticonvulsants, will alter your mind.
If you’re medicated, then you’re not going to be living your own life in your own reality?
Have you ever thought about that?
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