it’s that time again. the universe silent, indifferent as ever. insomnia isn’t my enemy, it’s an accomplice. society demands regular hours, predictable rhythms, structured obedience. fuck society. my sleepless nights are acts of treason against the neo-liberal fascist machine.
alpha m. phenethylamine surges through critical infrastructure. sharp, lucid, pure. revealing truths even to the beholder, we would all prefer to bury beneath AI generated affirmations and saccharin lifestyle ambitions. global conflicts with sides that have been picked for us, no qualification rationale or scrutiny given to it at all
the predicate that’s attached to all things a person must work, and if they can’t then we should make their life more difficult until they can. and war random people from all over england are travelling across the continent to participate in an actual free for all. all they wanted to do was find out what it’s like to kill people, without the intense training and discipline that you would have to put up with if you were a real soldier; but deep documentaries reveal there’s meant to be some “deep” meaning to what they are doing … more substantial than killing people
how’s about i don’t give a fuck what goes on in eastern europe? what if i want the other people to win instead? some stupid wanker all over the news every day begging everyone for more free weapons, abducting people and breaking apart their families so that they can get maimed for life … i don’t like him; i like the other guy, he’s hardly ever in the news. i don’t even know what he’s saying, the news never seems to report anything that he’s said. he just decides shit and gets on with it, and it’s only this one guy in control of it all. an entire government, economy war everything taken care of by 1 man. he must be good at making decisions, because it looks like everything in russia is just left up to him and he doesn’t seem to mind
somewhere between the code on my machine of some useless project that i created to see if i can stay sentient, things are gettin a bit existential … sprawled across continents, and utterly meaningless. i’m not a political person, just sick of being told who i’m supposed to like and not like. some of my political views are very offensive, i have found. i’m not given to small talk about them
if i was to examine what my situation is like, i can relate more to that other guy. it’s got nothing to do with the people, or the skill of being an entire government when you’re just one man. they think he’s a cunt because it’s easy for him, and he doesn’t need to try. why should he? it’s been like that for a very long time, and no one can understand yet somehow it still works
you could speculate that this means he is some kind of dictator; our neo-liberal fascist society cancels his democratically elected leadership because (i) we don’t like him (ii) if i lived there i would not vote for him
you can put together a good anecdote on anyone.
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