dawn

War…and kittens..

Fucking algorithm knows what I think about..

Seems dangerous, and it’s happening to all of us.

I want to leave society 😔

I think I saw a meme once, and it was a picture of one of those starving Somalian kids with all the flies on their face.

And in the meme, somebody had photoshopped this kid hanging upside down beside a door, next to those fly strips.

The glue, that stuff that traps flies.

Implying that a small Somalian child would be more efficient at attracting flies.

Because there’s so many on the faces of every picture.

At the root of it, seems like the message is

“life is cheap”.

Because we’re so far removed from it, those people are over there and we are over here.

So it’s fine to laugh at s*** like that.

Probably not good for a society.

After a few decades of “life is cheap”.

You might actually trick people into believing it.

And I love dark humor.

You just rarely ask yourself why you like what you like.

Think I’m kinda over it.

At least for today.

My opinion on these crafty monkeys might be at an all-time low.

And it’s my problem, not your problem, my problem.

I wonder if you can blow a humanity fuse 🤔🤔

I can think of a few factors.

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I met an older couple that just opened a music store beside where I work.

I eyeball the prices, I chatted with the guy for a moment, he talked to me like I’ve never strummed a chord.

I have no idea how they plan to make it .

When I can get on my phone and have it shipped directly to me for much cheaper.

They seem like nice people, it just doesn’t seem like a smart move.

Putting your eggs into a sinking basket.

I see sunbeaten rednecks and construction workers, people that didn’t start out nearly as tan as they are.

No matter how dogshit their station in life is, someone will gladly flee from another country to do your job for cheaper.

“skilled Labor” is a pretty loose phrase.

When money is on the line.

And if there is a true loaner out there, a truly isolated one, I would like to know how he beats depression.

Without encouragement .

Sometimes I’ll look around, and I have no idea how people live the lives that they live.

(darkness)

Indeed.

Dark clouds in the dome.

I’m just tired.

It’ll be alright.

I do not always project bulletproof.

Fine.

(will to survive)

I guess that’s it.

I guess that’s the name of the game.

The inherent code inside every person to continue. The fighting spirit that carries you through. Directly tied to the hate machine and the inclination to other.

To marginalize.

To separate things that make you uncomfortable.

Same ole shit.

Old story.

(the goal is to think for yourself)

Whilst being surrounded by these creatures.

I don’t know how people do it.

No clue.