GET OUT of your houses, you mindless robots
I have come to some conclusions about some things here in the whole internet world that have manipulated me into changing my mantra. This to: I will not fuck around with any of you asses in person. With the boys are these dark twisted games of trying to pretend that your energy can overcome the barriers of time and space and extend out across cable wires to slam me in the heart as I sit, perspiring at my keyboard. Because really, I don’t give a fuck about internet dating games. Or, quasi-I-am-cool fronting bullshit. For the most part I have found that honesty cannot be procured in an on-line fashion, nor does any amount of word slinging equal any kind of commitment. If you live here, I see your ass and we have a dialogue continuing that isn’t so superficially delicate as to fold in on itself with a bit of stress, then you win already.
I just find it almost disheartening watching my friends spin in continuous circles looking for answers that lie in themselves, for inspiration that cannot be found in people who choose to suppress healthy social lives, flinging themselves on strangers to love them, to cherish them, to hear their screams in a world of ever-changing ever-manipulating motives.
I wonder what future lies ahead for us, so addicted to finding each other on these bullshit two dimmensional frames, social lives relegated to on-line time to “chill with your friends”. What the fuck happened to hanging out with your friends in a real sense, smelling their sweat, comforting their cries and laughing when they laugh? Video games and the internet have ruined any real need for physical interaction. We can fuck on-line, we can get food on-line, we can get fucking housing on-line. And sure enough, we can certainly mis-entertain ourselves. In our lifetime we could see an end to actually having to commute to a working atmosphere, as every business, every service could be provided in a remote manner..Need a delivery, a pack of cigarettes, a 6 of beer, a whore to touch you? go find that shit on wehavenolives.com… Musical performances and public events could be televised and re-projected on your living room wall. And touch? Well there’s always a good dose of virtual reality to tickle your fancy. I wish I could inspire the destruction of the anti-community, the fucking internet. And your kids, what will happen to them? Oh yea, they, too can be educated in a two-dimmensional format to be just as lazy as you, to find answers not through their own imagination and three dimmensional modeling, not through playing, but through your fucking computer programs that teach that shit ONE WAY. And if that ONE WAY does not produce the correct answer, you get one sign. YOU ARE WRONG.
Christ, with the mass propaganda slammed down our throats on a daily basis, the surveillance cameras that are supposed to make us all feel safe increasing in number almost exponentially by the year, we can all look forward to..well.. …..
nothing.
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