They are taking over the world! Who? ........ They are......

You know? The earth is becoming flatter by the minute.......?

Really? Who told you that?

They said so....

Isnt it amazing how these group of people, widely known as they, seem to know everything and everyone? It's taken over the world in biblical proportions!!!! One mention of "they said..." and everyone seems to know who they are. But what my mind paints is some weird job that requires you to know everything and each time a person mentions they, you have to either confirm the allegation or send an error message.

So the next time someone says "They said that.." I will ask who the fuck is Alice?

Most of the time it is just some rustling in the bush and you experience some new form of heightened intellectualism that prompts you to belt out "You know they say ah...." Either that or the village bicycle doing her rounds again. But seriously who gives a monkey's hairy ass who does measurements of the Earth? So what if the Earth is getting flatter? Does that make the eskimos more down to Earth or even vertically challenged? Pardon my jab at humour but you see my drive towards nowhere.

So in fact, "they" are some form of counsel that resides in our brains, comforting us, supporting us. Imagine some form of news that had no origin, some weird dimension that spreads information but no essence of residence what so ever. I cant say if there be widespread chaos but if there were, it be pretty comical to see one brave man step out and say " because they said so". And there would be a collective sigh, knowing they exist.

Other than "they", I have come across a different form of dispersal system, some might term it medieval no doubt. A little bird. Sounds familiar doesn't it. But I would never ever want a bird to start talking to me. What business it is for a bird to start talking to me?!! Telling me stuff that I do not have to know. The only time I want to observe a bird is either KFC or Hooters restaurant!! You hear me?!!! Dont want no bird perching on my shoulder whispering the discovery channel to me. Stay away my feathered creature, or I will eat you.

So what next my acidlased friends? Who told you again?