They tell me it's Tuesday and that I have to believe them; that it's important for my sanity that their version of sanity is upheld and followed, that the traditions and beliefs that keep society on track and a productive collective is the norm regardless of what I may feel otherwise.They tell me creativity is defined as a mental illness and should be treated to keep it under control.Every day their machines tell me what to believe and how to behave and that if I don't succumb to their propaganda I am not normal.Meanwhile the machine works overtime to make the drugs to dumb down the many that are awakening.Over in the artificial plastic of snowflakes anonymous many scream to be heard.