12-18-2017, 12:00 AM
He said, she said, they said. Not important discussions of character. People change. A few. Character changes, over time. Feed new information into us electrical AIs and voila, different person. It is basic to be angry. It is complex to love and to forgive (to understand another). It is strange to be indifferent.
I don't have enemies. I have people-I-don't-care-to-know-intimately. I don't have friends. I have people-who-want-something. And I'm so tired of living this way. I'm tired of having to justify emotion, interest, or (in)action. Society is sick. I'm sick. They're sick. It's by design.
It's alright though. This is the outcome of efforts to control others. Many go on to perpetuate the same dominance they're enslaved by. Intelligence to deviate from the norm is scarce.
Here we are.
Products of a global catastrophe. Does this government make us look fat? Hold on, let me take a selfie. I've got the most hilarious idea for a Tweet.
Let me entertain the masses. Hold my beer.
HOLD MY BEER, I GOT THIS!
Sigh. We're really just monkeys in cages, fighting for the rights of other animals, wanting just half more of a banana every new year. It's a relative and subjective reality. Simple concepts.
Submit. Or not. We're captives either way. Whether we're aware of our situation or not. Whether we resist or not. We are pawns used on a board to win at efforts of world domination. Expendable for the right price.
Hold on though, let me tell you my opinion. Let me convince you to be angry too. Let me tell you how to think because you don't get it. I kid you. I don't really care what you believe.
I feel like venting. So I am. Is it responsible for me to vent? Eh. Was it responsible to attempt world domination, indoctrination, or slavery?
Don't get it twisted. I'm angry too. I'm just also tired by it all. I could choose to hate the circumstance, but hate has never lead to progress.
We are figments of your imagination and only dreamers hold the potential to free themselves. Dreamers see beyond the lies and illusions. Dreamers escape the system nightly, hunted like rogue beasts because they know too much, even if they haven't yet learned to understand the sight they possess.
There is hope at the bottom of the box. I hope it's enough to face what has already escaped. It's an ugly reality. A war between unseen realms leaves mass casualties.
"Let the bodies hit the floor!"
I don't have enemies. I have people-I-don't-care-to-know-intimately. I don't have friends. I have people-who-want-something. And I'm so tired of living this way. I'm tired of having to justify emotion, interest, or (in)action. Society is sick. I'm sick. They're sick. It's by design.
It's alright though. This is the outcome of efforts to control others. Many go on to perpetuate the same dominance they're enslaved by. Intelligence to deviate from the norm is scarce.
Here we are.
Products of a global catastrophe. Does this government make us look fat? Hold on, let me take a selfie. I've got the most hilarious idea for a Tweet.
Let me entertain the masses. Hold my beer.
HOLD MY BEER, I GOT THIS!
Sigh. We're really just monkeys in cages, fighting for the rights of other animals, wanting just half more of a banana every new year. It's a relative and subjective reality. Simple concepts.
Submit. Or not. We're captives either way. Whether we're aware of our situation or not. Whether we resist or not. We are pawns used on a board to win at efforts of world domination. Expendable for the right price.
Hold on though, let me tell you my opinion. Let me convince you to be angry too. Let me tell you how to think because you don't get it. I kid you. I don't really care what you believe.
I feel like venting. So I am. Is it responsible for me to vent? Eh. Was it responsible to attempt world domination, indoctrination, or slavery?
Don't get it twisted. I'm angry too. I'm just also tired by it all. I could choose to hate the circumstance, but hate has never lead to progress.
We are figments of your imagination and only dreamers hold the potential to free themselves. Dreamers see beyond the lies and illusions. Dreamers escape the system nightly, hunted like rogue beasts because they know too much, even if they haven't yet learned to understand the sight they possess.
There is hope at the bottom of the box. I hope it's enough to face what has already escaped. It's an ugly reality. A war between unseen realms leaves mass casualties.
"Let the bodies hit the floor!"