I just read a very disturbing story called "Light of Thy Countenance" by Alan Moore...all about television, as a god-creature that rapes our souls.
Excerpt:
"...I take away your real tears, your real mirth, and give canned laughs or melodrama in exchange. I take your faith in the validity of your perception and replace it with a faith in mine. I take your time and your resistance. Best of all, I take your love." "...Come to me now. Come naked and come all, that I may penetrate you in your billions at a single instant, for I crave your soft fellatio of eyelid lips, the hot, deep, sucking warmth of socket throat upon me. Spurting forth, photo-spermatozoa writhe at lightspeed for the brain's gray womb. Bring me your children, bothersome and loud, for I shall pacify them with a deeper kiss than any they have ever known. Bring me your old, your prisoners and your insane, that they may hear my voice along the echoing corridors of night and be at one with this communion, this glorious rape where, stupefied, the victims chew potato chips throughout their violation. I will ride you as a god, piss phantom platinum into your eyes and stoke the sexes of your sons and daughters while you look on unconcerned, and through it all shall you adore me, love invisible yet omnipresent: look up from your page, printed and therefore obsolete, to where my cyclops idol squats there in the corner like Big Buddha, watching you..."
This story totally creeped me out. This is why I don't watch TV.
Any thoughts?
Excerpt:
"...I take away your real tears, your real mirth, and give canned laughs or melodrama in exchange. I take your faith in the validity of your perception and replace it with a faith in mine. I take your time and your resistance. Best of all, I take your love." "...Come to me now. Come naked and come all, that I may penetrate you in your billions at a single instant, for I crave your soft fellatio of eyelid lips, the hot, deep, sucking warmth of socket throat upon me. Spurting forth, photo-spermatozoa writhe at lightspeed for the brain's gray womb. Bring me your children, bothersome and loud, for I shall pacify them with a deeper kiss than any they have ever known. Bring me your old, your prisoners and your insane, that they may hear my voice along the echoing corridors of night and be at one with this communion, this glorious rape where, stupefied, the victims chew potato chips throughout their violation. I will ride you as a god, piss phantom platinum into your eyes and stoke the sexes of your sons and daughters while you look on unconcerned, and through it all shall you adore me, love invisible yet omnipresent: look up from your page, printed and therefore obsolete, to where my cyclops idol squats there in the corner like Big Buddha, watching you..."
This story totally creeped me out. This is why I don't watch TV.
Any thoughts?
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