Kibble. Kipple.
That’s the way it will be.
When it’s Goodbye Hello World
When it’s help me…. help me….
Do I look dead to you?
Do I look like I’m dead?
I’m dead. Dead as a door stop.
Dead as the day I was born.
Pre 9/11 baby born into a post 9/11 world.
The city of destruction, crumbling.
The sims character being abused by the both stressed and bored girl who just clocked off a long shift at the masturbation factory.
I’m dumb.
The final nail in the coffin’s two sided and longer than the board.
'Hello stranger': This is what kindergarten kids will say to themselves.
Ever since their parents twitched.
I’m dumb.
Muggier than the moisture impeding the door.
This… this… wasteland.
Abolish the printing press, Gen X’s dogmatic adherence to the sexual revolution ate the Epstein files.
Sing like nobody's listening
Watch like you’re the only one dancing.
Never let them catch you.
Don’t touch the evil playthrough.
Love every single human being on earth forever.
Even if they triple murdered just you. Even if they’re your father. Even when given the upper hand.
Even when you’re over fememnized, even when you’re too much of a guy.
Let live.
Cynicism is genocide.
Make sure the public is safe.
Stay unsexualised.
I’m dumb.
You and what drone.
Mispronounce the words perfectly.
You’re either a child or nothing at all.
It’s been one death camp after the other, just spread out more evenly.
Cynisism is the easiest way to sounds smart
Sexulising ones self is the easiest way to seem interesting
So the next time you meet someone and thyre all sexual and cynical and snappy- just know you might as well be talking to a nameless vendor.
I’m really a dumb.
But I’m back baby.
In the time of post-debate.
Live forever.