There’s nothing left expect for techno-feudalism, post-colonialism, neo-medievalism and all the brandnew oldshit. It’s all we have going for us. Between gleefull ignorance and cynical amusement we’re all dying. If you think your role in this mess is watching it all go to hell, you’re fucking dead already.

How can anyone who’s trully alive, watch people get starved, stolen and utterly massacred. What the actual fuck do we think it’s going to happen? It’s not get any better from here. We’re not doomed nor dead, just drained. Damn it man, I can’t look the other way and it’s eating me up from the inside.

And to be honest I’m not saying this in the sense that I don’t have any propositions on what should we do. I do have a clue and I’ll do what I must to make anything move. I can’t stand this indecisive stalemate while the knife is plunged deep into my fucking heart. I just can’t anymore. This is a cry of revolt. I hate what they made of us. Fucking fools, babbling ones at that. I’m frustrated at myself for not being amazing and doing it all but I don’t know to what extent I could be that person. I don’t even know if anyone can, surely not me, not today, not right now.

I grew up thinking we were so cool man. Like, Jesus man, satire used to be the weapon of the true believers. Now it’s just a toy for the turd smellers. They can’t even do it right. What’s the humour of punching down? Sarcasm shouldn’t be cruel. Laughter used to mean free. Not even that survives the endless undermining of all that has meaning. If anything, I refuse. I say no. No fucking way. You’ll never get me alive you fucks. And I’m making a run for it all. Watch me. No choice for the aesthetics. No prosthetics. I choose the work ethics.

I really don’t see how else to survive. This is unnaceptable man. This will not stand. It’s fun to be just a dude. But we can be more. More than the Same Old Latest Rubbish, Mold filled carpet of thoughts, Saloon of saturated screams, Jumps to the wellknowns, Adventurers of architectural mediocrity, etc, etc.

Fucking kill it. Make it dead. Go for the contrast. Be alive. I love you too.