Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we know he made billions off the backs of children?Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are countefeit.The world itself is a big hoax.Spamming each other with our running commentary of bullshit,masquerading as insight,our social media faking as intimacy.Or is it that we voted for this?Not with our rigged elections,but with our things,our property,our money.I’m not saying anything new.We all know why we do this,not because Hunger Game books makes us happy.But because we are sedated.Because it’s painful not to pretend.Because we are cowards.fuck sociaty.
Sometimes I dream of saving the world.Saving everyone from this invisible hand,one that brands us with an employee badge.One that forces us to work for them.One that controls us everyday without us knowing it.But I can’t stop it.I’m not that special.I’m just anonymous,I’m just alone.
Everyone steals,that’s how it works,you think people out there is getting what they deserve?no,they’re getting paied over or under,but someone in the chain always gets bamboozled.
Our encryption is the real world.
What I wouldn’t give to be normal.To live in that bubble,the reality of naive.That’s how I justify this.To keep their optimism intact.To protect them.
Who are you playing tonight?
Communication is key.
Give a man a gun and he can rob a bank,but give a man a bank,and he can rob the world.It’s a bit silly expression,actually.A little reductive,but still.I like it,for the same reason most people hate it.because to me it means that power belongs to people that take it.Nothing to do with their hard work,strong ambitions,or rightful qualifications,no.The actual will to take is often the only thing that’s necessary.
The world is a dangerous place,not because of those who do evil,but because of those who look on and do nothing.
But when you look down to it,as its core,beneath every choice,there is either a one or a zero,you either do something or you don’t.
People walk around,act like they know what hate means,nah,no one does,until you hate yourself,I mean,truly hate yourself,that’s power.
There it is again,the invisible hand at work,controlling us,even if it pushes us past our threshold of pain.Choices,Maybe Mr.robot is right.That’s what this is all about,the yeses and nos of life.But do we decide them or do they decide us?
That’s the power you have,that’s the control you own,you dont have to just take what life gives you.
This is the world we live in,people relying on each other’s mistakes,to manipulate one another and use one another,even relate to one another,a warm,messy circle of humanity.
She’s got her own private maze too,wanting normalcy but stuck in the outer fringes,not knowing how to paticipate.
He did this to himself,he gave in,he was a coward,he was weak and pathetic,and in the end ,that’s what killed your father.
You are not sad?
Why should I be?It’s a beautiful night,the weather is nice,and I’m enjoying my cigarette.
The bug forces the software to adapt,evolve into something new because of it.work around it or work throught it,no matter what,it changes.It become something new,the next version,the inevitable upgrade.
Dont be shy,you can come closer,unsetting i know,your beta fish is chatting you up.but time is money.
You need something?your water,need any changing?
When you live in a fish bowl,ain’t no such thing as change,my entire life has been spent in this thing,my whole world is on your table,I look around,same shit,different day,the lighting,the furniture,even the sounds,always the same. I’m on a loop,and it won’t stop unless my life does.I’m exhausted with this world.
What can I do,can I help? I think it is pretty obvious.There is really one thing you can do for a brother in a fishbowl
What is it?
Move him to a goddamn window.
I just told them what they wantted to hear.you’re not gonna do it,are you?change the world.figures.you were only born a month ago,you’re afraid.Afraid of your monster.do you even know what it is?It doesn’t fit.
At some point an “action without user interaction” will come along and sweep my legs.this spinning wheel of false highs and true lows will continue.Daemons,they dont stop working,they are always active,they seduce,they manipulate.they own us.
People always makes the best exploits.
Find someone to be your honest self with,Bullshit.
These groups lack the resources and knowledge of the US cell to successfully mount an attack.
We’re all living in each other’s paranoia,you definitely can’t argue that,is that why people tries to avoid each other,i need to calm down,I need to be an observer like you,then I can think more calmly.
I avoid myself,why?I’m afraid,okay,Afraid of what?finding to much.too little,nothing at all.do I even exist?
There was a moment,a point in your recent past,a mistake,a compulsion,decision,something,that led you to this point right now,the best you can do,is to find that moment,understand it.It’s the only way to reconcile this failure with yourself.
Is any of it real?I mean,look at this!a world built on fantasy!synthetic emtions in the form of pills,psychological warfare in the form of advertising,mind-altering chemicals in the form of food,brain washing seminars in the form of media,controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social network,real?you want to talk about reality?we haven’t lived in anything remotely close to it,since the turn of the century,we turn it off,took out the batteries,snacked on a bag of GMOs,while we tossed the remnants in the ever-expanding dumpster of the human condition.we live in branded houses trademarked by corporations,built on bipolar numbers,jumping up and down on digital diplays,hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen.we live in a kingdom of bullshit.
If you want to change something,perhaps you should try from within.
When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos.do you see the same things I see?the strain,the tears,the glimpses of truth hidden underneath.why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are?or it’s that they become who they are when they put on the mask?
C’est la mort.
Angela:Who are you?Is this your home?I’ve been here for hours.
WhiteRose:I wanted to confirm that this wasn’t a waste of my time.
Angela:Well,what about my time?
WhiteRose:Oh,honey.My time is much more valuable than yours.Speaking of,I’ve only allotted 28 minutes for this conversation,which is very generous of me.So we should begin.
Angela:I’d like to leave.
WhiteRose:Oh,no,you wouldn’t.You’ve waited so long.Surely you want to know why.That is,if you indeedly believe that your time holds any value.You’ve been here close to four hours,and you never thought to walk out the door.
Angela:The door was locked.
WhiteRose:I’ve always found doors fascinating inventions.They hold the entry to unlimited imagination.Before you open any door,a world filled with possibilities sits right behind it.And it isn’t until you open it.they are realized.Such potential they bring to our minds.And yet a lock stop you from all of that.How….Lazy.
Which one are you playing tonight?
Not as sorry as I am,the truth is,after so many years,you became to lose more than just your appetite.You wear a mask for so long,you forget who you were beneath it.
Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici
Artists used the lies to tell the truth, while politicians used them to cover the truth up.
Sometimes it’s the very people who no one imagines anything of,who do the things that no one can imagine.
You can not lose if you do not play.
Control is an illusion.
Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn’t God help my innocent friend,who died for no reason, while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine! Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine! Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup, we’ve all been drowning in because of him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion, exclusive groups, created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts, who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth, that there is no order, there is no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us, by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that, distortion of reality
I’ll tell you, the human condition is a straight up tragedy, cuz.
My mom has no computer for Internet access to tempt me into the night.All that left for me is just ordinary analog sleep, ending the day’s loop.You might not think it’s a way to live, but why not? Repeating the same tasks each day without ever having to think about them.
Control is an illusion
How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask, when it’s as much a part of me as I am? We keep fighting. Like the world we unmasked, we’ll find our true selves again. Maybe after wiping away the thick, grimy film of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars, we can all see the light of day. I know we haven’t talked in a while. Maybe you only trust me about as much as I trust you right now, but I’m gonna ask you to have hope for me anyway. Just,please,have hope.