N-FT #2: Greed's Sticky Hands

Thoughts Of The Unfiltered Kind #2


Billions of dollars taken from we, the consumers, stashed away in bank accounts never to be used. Heaps of gold slung around our necks and wrists. Walls of collectibles, never to taste fresh air. Greed is all around us, smiling, as he takes control of our desires. Sadly, nothing is off limits, banking, entertainment, and especially our  materialistic tendencies. He has made us into addicted lab rats, fiending for the next biggest thing. Greed feeds greed you see. We obsess over products, thus feeding our overlords, the corporations. Let's take movies for example, the one billion dollar mark. A goal studios have been targeting ever since  The Titanic. They've been reaching ever so closer until recently. The vigorous smell must be driving the studios mad. They keep shooting.

I'm not sure how much money they think we, the masses, have to spend. Week by week, they attempt to brain wash us into our seats. Advertisements blasting at us from every direction. Buses, buildings, newspapers, all pointing towards their money siphoning stations. Sugar! Action! tits! Who wasn't addicted at one point? Prices soared due to studios forcing bigger budgets, bigger budgets cut down on production time, sequels are released annually, and remakes follow suit. All to suck out our hard earned cash.

All of this, to hit the one billion. Only they blew their piston. Now they can't even hit their minimal marks. Budgets are too high, and movies are too plenty. Quite frankly they've been boring, as anyone can see the rehashed story lines. See, Greed has caused the death of art in movies. The industry is nothing more than a machine turned too high. Greed has milked the film industry to death, but its not just the industry's fault. We were there, demanding more from the studios. They merely listened. Lust decided to tango with Greed, and we were all lost. Celebrities became idols. Fantasies have swallowed fans, whose desires have been exploited. Our lives have been intertwined to these upper classes, so we're speaking our Overlord's single language, money.

Greed keeps us spinning. Walking around and around, it's damn maddening. One can't get away from it. Our society has dived right into the murky mud, making up consumerism. Images imprinted into our brains. Their attempt to keep us spending. They can't build a self-sustaining economy and keep their pockets full without us spending, all we have to do is take a step back. Their mark is everywhere. Products are built to break, as they need you to want to buy that next edition. Cures are lost to pills. Sick people means more money exchanging hands. Profit is the name of the game, and profit is holding this Planet back. Who knows where we would be if we hadn't developed a money-dependent system. To think, little digits on a screen will keep us from true, unbiased knowledge, hope for the deathly ill, or even a just Justice Department. But hey, it's all right, we have retirement, a nice house, and hopefully lots of vacations to look foreword to, right?

It seems like we're all aware of Greed's nature here in our society. Everyone complains of not having enough. Money is a topic often spoken within groups. We all need more, but we refuse to end our chat with the Overlords. Is it really our fault though? Our brains have been toyed with. They have found ways to make our brains sing while in their stores. Reward centers dance like those giving favor to the gods. Always rewarded, always spending. It's how we stay stuck. Trends keep us coming back. Then we go out and defend our purchases, as if they create who we are. Only, a community of individuals will cloud the skies when thou are stuck in the shadow of Greed.


"Oh, hello. Please relax. Your brain will have a much more pleasant experience if one is relaxed."

2.

FADE IN.

INT. TV SET - CLOSE UP 

The screen is black, except for bright lasers flashing across the screen. HEAVY TECHNO MUSIC plays. 

The beat gets faster as time goes forward. 

Slowly appearing on the screen. Starting from her golden blond hair down to her studded boots, is a rather large Woman. As the screen pans down further, Steve, an average looking man, is sitting with his face to the ground and his butt to the sky. 

The Women is slapping his butt along side the beat of the music.

Together they jiggle to the beat. Faster and faster. Further down we go. 

INT. TV - CLOSE UP to 360 TURN - BLAND ROOM

The Camera Man pulls back from the TV set. Angle on BLAND ROOM. POV SHOT.

Pulling back from the TV, the Camera Man turns out facing the other side of the room. In the middle of the room is Steve, an average looking man, sitting in a chair. In front of Steve is a table. On the two sides of the table is sitting, Frank the Pineapple, wearing his favorite shades, and the Camera Man. 

The Camera at the table faces the Camera Man in front of  the TV. They stare at each other without movement. 

In the corner of the Shot. Frank pulls out cocaine. 

Frank

All right. Who's in? 

Frank turns towards Steve.

Steve nods his head upwards. 

The Camera Men are still staring at each other.

The Camera Man at the table turns towards the table. Camera Man by the TV centers the SHOT on the table. Camera Man by the table, puts his camera nose first onto the table. SNORTING can be heard. The camera snorts a line of blow. 

Steve puts his finger onto the table and snorts a line through his finger. He seems bored the whole time he does it. 

A straw pops out of Frank, right under his favorite shades. Frank snorts a line. 

Frank starts shaking. Frank explodes. 

FADE OUT.

"Oh, how pleasant, you made it back. Well, we now free you to your regular programming." 

Thank you for reading my thoughts, all is appreciated.





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