The container

My skull is a container for my brain. 

My brain is a container for my experience. 

My experience is a container for information. 

My information is assaulting my consciousness with malicious intent.

My consciousness is filled with truth and beauty. 

My consciousness is filled with the drunken debauchery of advertising. 

My consciousness is filled with information. 

My information is filled with bullshit. 

My bullshit is filled with malicious intent. 

My malicious intent is filled with the broken dreams of a post-post modernist era.