You don’t have to love everyone, billionaires can survive without yours while still affording therapy, security and starlets. If you are bound to hate anyone, hate those entitling themselves to more resource and opportunity than your hard work deserves, not less. It costs nothing to value the universe but the people who think they can do better by it need everything it has to give. To be on social media is to justify feeding of select trolls and feeding of select egos, notably one’s own, and I just cannot make room for that even for sakes of anti-art or preaching beyond choirs.
Presenting HEARSAY, the new social media network that won’t let anybody cancel anyone…because there’s nobody left on our home-world of Earth. Whoever receives this transmission, please agree to the terms and conditions, the program won’t release our souls until replenished.
Meanwhile, I will personally and single-handedly moderate the web for room and board. I’m a completed non-theist on politics and religion so have at thee to compensate, but everyone on every site is following Hermione Corfield and that is canon law rule in terms and conditions.
Villains take liberties in life but not jokes. Artist or not if your dreams coming true depend on the time and energy of others, their attentions and esteem and especially their monies, then your dreams rely on the sacrifice of others. That is the definition of villainy, especially as heroes define themselves by sacrifice. The more resources and opportunities someone has, the more wealth or power or authority they’ve to show for it, the less of themselves they ever sacrificed along the way. Whereas those who sacrifice the most tend not to live long enough to tell the tale. You part with your own ego in life, or you have others part with theirs so as to kneel before your little Zod. Hero-worship in American culture could not possibly be more back-asswards. We could use more punishments for gluttons and fewer gluttons for punishment.
Carrion of a feather flock off to hell together. Everyone settled on truth being anything flattering and only anything flattering, firing gods to copy-edit their favorite people, places and things as being the best and their own opinions always both pivotal and original. Meanwhile my cat glowers at me with good cause. If you’ve other matters at hand than reenacting his dreams god will get so cross and yell at you that you’re being woke. The more room we make for labels and branding the less adequate they prove for filling the void necessitating them to begin with. Humans are just fucked up by design, there can be a sad beauty to that even without any bandwagons to appreciate it. And not to suggest diagnoses are bandwagons unto themselves but too many seem to believe otherwise. If what constitutes our identities is outside our gourds, we’re less likely to understand ourselves, but maybe not knowing that yet is the state of youth generally. Believe me I’d die if I could but god was pretty clear about the restraining order. Territorial disputes over emotional boundaries.
If any authority had ever been the solution to problems rather than their cause, perhaps I’d recognize it, but I’ve never been one for circles with room to jerk. A universe with no center means it’s wide open but not for suggestions from fleeting glimpses.
We all know all the internet is a honey-trap servicing power, except for the places and things you got sold on of course, just as all of Hollywood are satanic perverts except for your favorites and all of government are in cahoots with big money except for the brands you trust. Realizing that giving your esteem to the internet and/or Hollywood and/or the gubmint does not lead to fame or fortune, happy endings or real-life friends, you take back your means of production. Make allowances for folks needing help standing, not those wanting to be held aloft. We all hate liars, cheats and stealers for entitling themselves to a sacrifice by anybody other than themselves, unless they are really successful at it, then they get the hero-worship otherwise reserved for those defined as anyone not requiring sacrifice by others.
Irregardless of hoodoo or chalance if syntax can be assumed then an idea becomes a word. Effectiveness of language in communicating determines itself no matter how much we may yearn to get jiggy with it. But the syntax is irreplaceable and polysyllables are life. I ain’t arguing the matter just immanentizing the eschaton. Maybe the afterlife’s just inescapable awareness of all the people we let suffer in life. Heaven’s brimming with gratitude for the memories while Hell’s for those objecting to the powerlessness. The only thing keeping me alive is that whenever I go to a new place I get stuck with fixing the toilets.