Mirror mirror on them awe

This girl goes to her councilor. The councilor says relax on the sofa they'd be right there. They serve you a drink. You're out! Ok, you're not sure if you've been raped. But, you wake up and it's late. Your clothes are on and feel ok. You get home and your house is gone. Your money is gone your job never existed. And the car you drove home in disappears. In front of your eyes. And you think this is a fiction...

Mirror mirror on them awe. Reaping the fairest from them awe. We were warned about the abyss that endless pool of water, and to never cast a gaze into it's depths. If your ethereal drew upon the ether. Would you know the spiritual wisdom to the power of the trance? Those in a trance cannot identify a trace from within looking out! That's why denial has power and apathy, fear, of having to do something to retain your freedom and the price fore, such luxuries. Todays mirror, everyone knows, where the safety of the many go. To await their doom, laughing a weigh, to give their light a weigh.

What a species. Docile and violent and never with their own personal meaning. Like cattle, they aweight, direction. Gaze, unto their glowing screen, and before their lives unfurl. The illusion they have been paying for. Over and over, agh-aign! I'd bet even billy mays got tired of that shit.