Mindfill

 ¨Clothes make the man.¨ Shakespeare

 

Streets filled with people in drab clothes,

projecting drab souls.

¨Mindfill¨ of discursive trash, continuously

recycling itself, not to purify but to

perpetuate, not enough room for

independent thought, going through the

motions dictated predictable by senseless

mind garbage.

 

How can you have free will if you have no

control of your mind?