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aren’t you tired of being nice?
don’t you ever want to just go apeshit?
i want to sin so much not even the devil
will let me into hell.
i wish i had lived more selfishly, maybe then
clocking into my daily tasks would feel less like
playing a side character supporting my continued existence.
i think it’s good when girls get a little treat, can i be girl too? (yes)
if jesus died for our sins what could be better
than to respect that gift by creating some new sins
to make that death worth more?
good girls go to heaven, bad girls go wherever they want.
who’s in charge of what makes me feel bad but me
or the devil? i think i make my life worse
by not trying to make it better but
who’s in charge of doing that?
they call what i’m trying to do “hellmaxxing”
but i’m not on tiktok and i won’t fact check if that’s true either
so i’ll just say i’m searching for a good vibe.
i want to feel everything, even the bad stuff, on my skin.
every boss i’ve ever had says
the energy i bring to a room is palpable
and i know that i’m finally living my life selfishly
because i am the main character at work too.
if i wanted to be forgotten
i’d be forgotten but who’s in charge
of writing down what i’ve done?
me or the devil?
i think i’m in charge but i know i’m not.
as much as i’m going to try, i’ll never
actually be able sin as much as i want to
because the best part of sinning
is learning that you should feel shame
for doing it. isn’t the best part of feeling good
learning it was bad the whole time?
who’s in charge of being bad? me or
the devil? i think the devil but half the things
i know to be bad aren’t even that bad anymore.
i’ll never be able to be as evil as a business
and a business is a person now-a-days so
i’ll just do my best to kill a business.
millennials are killing the 9-to-5
and i want to kill work in general.
is it so bad to just want to have fun? (no)
i tried being nice and it didn’t go anywhere
so i’ve been trying to go apeshit and it’s not much different
but at least i’ve started to have a little fun.
who says i shouldn’t have a little fun?
me or the devil? i think we should have fun.
“If you are scared, I have a concrete suggestion: mask up.”
– ON SNITCHING AND THE DAYS AHEAD
it takes those on the inside and the outside to destroy the beast. Plug me into the macro if it means a chance of destroying it. Trojan horses worked and so do Trojan viruses. Mask up. Long live the cyborg. Vaccinate the neural networks. The line between biological and technological is blurred every day. I take medication to become human, but taking the medication makes me cyborg. Bio-robotics to sustain life long enough for the Government Beast to eat us. The Geneva Convention frowns upon biological warfare and yet it’s still used today. The beast walks us along the chemtrail, I’m sure if they could turn the air to mustard, they would. If we are to be the parasite, the other, the disease of the state, let us be without vaccine. If we can make the beast bleed, we can slide into its blood. If the body of the other isn’t human anymore its existence biological warfare. The human body is ninety percent bacteria — we have everything we need to corrupt the beast-mainframe. The body is a microbiome, the state-body is a macrobiome. Beast-government eats the bio-cyborgs, calls it union breaking. I am almost glad to see anti-vaxxers exist for this reason alone: more diseases. Bolsanaro catches pneumonia but he should die the same way Mussolini did — upside-down in the street. All mainframes should be found in the street, heads so full of mustard you can’t recognize them from hot dogs.
It could take a parasite to destroy a beast. It could take a parasite to become a snitch too. No life for a snitch is worth cultivating, but even a snitch is needed to rat out the weaknesses of the beasts of the government. Mask up. The effects of ozone death started when Euro genocide of Native Americans began, death by the millions. The beast was the first parasite, and what is there to do but become parasite for the beast. Mask up. The quality of breathable air is going down daily, mask up but literally to breathe too. There is not enough politicians alive to cause the same damage genocide has caused, and none of them are farmers either. The crops will live without the government: if the beast dies there is always produce. The further we become ourselves the further we step away from humanity. We are too full of robot-parts to return us to normal, but what makes humanity normal? Now it seems to be normal and human is to be a turkey in a rainstorm, facing the sky, mouth agape, waiting to die. It’s either that or the slaughterhouse, so at least there’s this choice. I’d rather get shot then pardoned by the macro-mainframe. I shoot up girl-juice to fuel up my energy against the state but, I should be just as energetic against the state as the cyborgs the state wishes to murder with me. Insulin fueled robots dying by debt. Robots unable to take trains because they lack the access to get up or down the stairs to it. The beast of the government is using pseudo-biological warfare against its biosphere. Some robots have to buy second eyes to be able to see what is happening to them. This is why the beast must be taken down before it outlives us, before the biosphere outlives it. Mask up.
It takes even the blood to drown the body. Long-kill human normal. My cyborgs have many arms to come to the beast. In those arms, many diseases.
