You notice fake people
acting out fake lives.You start to believe your reality is a CIA experiment so you can reconcile the utter phoniness of everything and everyone around you. You think about all the odd discrepancies you've noticed over the years in your environment and people's behavior to confirm your paranoia. You concoct elaborate conspiracy theories about ethereal machines from another dimension. You call it entertainment. You don't care what happens. You can't help but get sucked back in cause there's no such thing as death. You learn to love the lie cause you can use it against itself. You start to laugh. You start a religion about partying. You smear body paint and glitter all over yourself. You're a god on a mission to tell everyone they too are gods. You blow the fuuuuuudge up.