It’s Wednesday night, its been raining for like three days. Wind patters on the windows of the old brick building i live in. It feels much bigger then it is and only the sound of a cat I had pawn’d off on me strumming through my countertops and climbing up the back of the new leather chair I bought seems to be making any sounds. I’ve grown somewhat accustom to my new place - even though its far from the glitz and glamour of the haughty people I grew up with - its mine.
I sit and tap away at this larger rectangle I bought because I was spending all my time on a smaller rectangle and that slows me down quite a bit. I guess this is my big retard square. I look at my phone…a message I didn’t want to see…My dads in the hospital and he’s not looking good. Aware of the subversion and war that we are at he did not take the vaccine - even if it meant losing his job. (Scroll down retard rectangle) my vaxx’d retard oldest sister is freaking out across the state trying to get me to do things for my dad that I’ve already done. There isn’t much I know to do.
Sitting here at 3 in the morning - thinking to myself..I thought this virus was all fake. Maybe it still is fake. My dads 72. He’s smoked since he was 14. Is it any wonder that he’s got low oxygen levels? My fathers hard headed ness has asked for this in the past few years. I guess he just wants to run full throttle till the wheels fall off. So he we are, my fathers got COVID and there’s a good chance he could die from it. Yet, I’m the one who didn’t think it was real. I’m the one that is all paranoid about the vaxx.
Either way - I still believe that its better to die then to submit to authoritarian tyranny. I still think a rapture of the unvaxx’d may be the most just thing anyone could do for us. If we have enough sense to not totally sell out to these people - maybe death is divine glory. Maybe thats what we deserve in clown world.
My retard rectangle rings shuts off. Which reminds me I never texted back this girl from my church. She’s a sweet chick but she doesn’t get what’s going on in the world. I can’t fault her for it. She just can’t imagine anyone would want anything bad for anyone else. She texted me earlier asking about my dad in a half hearted way. She’s over it. I’m over it. I guess we just talk out of obligation. Her hoping I’m gonna straighten up and stop believing these internet rumors and trust God. While I’m hoping that she will open her eyes to the devil dancing everywhere in society.
Is he everywhere in society? Have we had our values eroded that well? Is it just my own values? Am I just that fucked up and I’m projecting my guilt onto the world? If he is everywhere in society then God must be everywhere in society and God is much bigger then the devil. But this is the devils domain. God has made the devil king of earth.
So many ideas I can’t share with those around me. All of the socializing I get to do as a man is usually at the bars. Ever since my last employer started talking about getting the vaxx’ as soon as they were available I knew I had to make money online somehow. That all just seemed like a dead end. Maybe thats what subversion does to a country, it make everyone feel like they’re stuck in a bad dream in a dead end.
In the 4th paragraph, I misread fictional dystopia as functional dystopia. The more I began to consider it though, the more that made just as much sense. This creation is just functional enough to keep those who cant or choose not to see blind, and those who do shackled by their comforts and lives prior to understanding just how far gone we really truly are. Living for the day the dam breaks, but simultaneously terrified of the moment when it does. How utterly exhausting.
"And I would like to break my chains, and speed through the night to safety in the countryside" Unfortunately this is just an illusion, at least here in europe. I did this a few years ago and it was nice in the beginning. But now small towns start to look like the cities 5 years ago and the trend is not stopping. Decay is not contained to the cities. At this point all there is left is to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Maybe we still have some enjoyable years left.
I'm a thought criminal too. And have enough ammo to back it up.
It’s Wednesday night, its been raining for like three days. Wind patters on the windows of the old brick building i live in. It feels much bigger then it is and only the sound of a cat I had pawn’d off on me strumming through my countertops and climbing up the back of the new leather chair I bought seems to be making any sounds. I’ve grown somewhat accustom to my new place - even though its far from the glitz and glamour of the haughty people I grew up with - its mine.
I sit and tap away at this larger rectangle I bought because I was spending all my time on a smaller rectangle and that slows me down quite a bit. I guess this is my big retard square. I look at my phone…a message I didn’t want to see…My dads in the hospital and he’s not looking good. Aware of the subversion and war that we are at he did not take the vaccine - even if it meant losing his job. (Scroll down retard rectangle) my vaxx’d retard oldest sister is freaking out across the state trying to get me to do things for my dad that I’ve already done. There isn’t much I know to do.
Sitting here at 3 in the morning - thinking to myself..I thought this virus was all fake. Maybe it still is fake. My dads 72. He’s smoked since he was 14. Is it any wonder that he’s got low oxygen levels? My fathers hard headed ness has asked for this in the past few years. I guess he just wants to run full throttle till the wheels fall off. So he we are, my fathers got COVID and there’s a good chance he could die from it. Yet, I’m the one who didn’t think it was real. I’m the one that is all paranoid about the vaxx.
Either way - I still believe that its better to die then to submit to authoritarian tyranny. I still think a rapture of the unvaxx’d may be the most just thing anyone could do for us. If we have enough sense to not totally sell out to these people - maybe death is divine glory. Maybe thats what we deserve in clown world.
My retard rectangle rings shuts off. Which reminds me I never texted back this girl from my church. She’s a sweet chick but she doesn’t get what’s going on in the world. I can’t fault her for it. She just can’t imagine anyone would want anything bad for anyone else. She texted me earlier asking about my dad in a half hearted way. She’s over it. I’m over it. I guess we just talk out of obligation. Her hoping I’m gonna straighten up and stop believing these internet rumors and trust God. While I’m hoping that she will open her eyes to the devil dancing everywhere in society.
Is he everywhere in society? Have we had our values eroded that well? Is it just my own values? Am I just that fucked up and I’m projecting my guilt onto the world? If he is everywhere in society then God must be everywhere in society and God is much bigger then the devil. But this is the devils domain. God has made the devil king of earth.
So many ideas I can’t share with those around me. All of the socializing I get to do as a man is usually at the bars. Ever since my last employer started talking about getting the vaxx’ as soon as they were available I knew I had to make money online somehow. That all just seemed like a dead end. Maybe thats what subversion does to a country, it make everyone feel like they’re stuck in a bad dream in a dead end.
Sad, chilling, and hopeful all in the same breath. You're a wonderful writer.
In the 4th paragraph, I misread fictional dystopia as functional dystopia. The more I began to consider it though, the more that made just as much sense. This creation is just functional enough to keep those who cant or choose not to see blind, and those who do shackled by their comforts and lives prior to understanding just how far gone we really truly are. Living for the day the dam breaks, but simultaneously terrified of the moment when it does. How utterly exhausting.
"And I would like to break my chains, and speed through the night to safety in the countryside" Unfortunately this is just an illusion, at least here in europe. I did this a few years ago and it was nice in the beginning. But now small towns start to look like the cities 5 years ago and the trend is not stopping. Decay is not contained to the cities. At this point all there is left is to prepare for the worst and hope for the best. Maybe we still have some enjoyable years left.
Love it. You have a good writing style. Thanks for sharing.
thank you for sharing, we'll all be cotchin in the gulag having the craic soon enough
Write more.
I hope you don't mind I sent you a DM on Twitter.