Children of the Revolution

All the world cares about is money, because money talks, and people love to talk. It's the fuel for thought, the motor, your mouth and brain the engine, revved by others lives. Can't you find something else to discuss, first of all, and of greater importance such as Israel right now, if you needed a recommendation. The worlds a stage on which we play, artfully, unaware of the show you are not only in the audience of but a key role in. Your lines dictate your view on ones character while altering the view of another's. Who are you whether you're but the groundskeeper or main antagonist in your own show to call a scene where you please? Are you the director?
If not, who is?

Slim's hand tired, tearing at the page with pen so anxious to spit out her thoughts on the matter. Sitting back, paying attention to the short film playing in front of her, Slim attempted to pick up where her mind dipped off earlier in the plot, to no avail.

Deciding to dwell in her stewing impatience longer, Slim silently bid adieu to giving-a-shit pastimes, and took on a new mission. Brainwashing, swirls and gangs aside, Slim needed a medium to vent and PUSH against convention. Where Instagram had become convention's pet, Slim sought a new outlet of artistic development where she may drag the bones of conventional carcasses to the attention of those feeble minded stereotypes (who itch and bitch and squirm their greater abled selves INTO the stereotypes because convention says stereotypes are cool!)

I want to make you squirm and anticipate and beg to be taught how to forget what you've been taught prior because passion like this doesn't come from what you're told it comes from what you aren't.
Get a pen and pad and begin taking notes because shots are being fired and were writing history here kiddos.