I’m Done W Diagnoses There’s Nothing Wrong W Me. I’m Just A Bit Peculiar And Eccentric

How’s it going bros? Not great. Not great at all bros.

If you have bodily autonomy, then there is always a chance that you will do something to your body that you will regret. This is not an argument for taking that autonomy away.

I am reasonably fun to hang out with and my company is enjoyed by well over 10 people worldwide

everything we make will be smart. we will make a smart fridge. we will make a smart tv. your dishwasher will be incredibly intelligent. it will collect your data. by this i mean monitor your every move. if you knew how much we could glean about you as a person based on internet activity alone you would throw your wifi router into the sea. everything we make is very smart. do you want a dumb tv? do you want a tv that's just a tv? do you want a tv that doesn't need wifi? die. i want to make turning your tv into a paid subscription a reality but we haven't boiled the pot long enough and i don't want to alert the frog. hey. remove that add-on on your browser. why are you blocking the ads? do you have any idea how much effort has gone into tracking your every move, your every thought verbalized by a web search, and tailoring it into an ad that you will hopefully click on? do you not care? you're being really rude. you're being abusive. turn off the ad-block. i'm going to kill you. ok fine i can't kill you. you can't watch youtube anymore. we have way more engineers. i can outsource labour all day every day and pit coders who need a livelihood - this is a nice verbal subterfuge that takes some of the bite away from survival, needing to pay rent, needing to eat - against a few people trying to escape the final culmination, that annoying ad that used to be five seconds, now will be ten seconds, i would make it last two hours if i could, trying to escape the killing blow of all my very hard work of collecting your data. you need the internet. you need email. society cant function without it. it's vital to our lives. it's a basic necessity like food. we have always had internet. we will always have internet. internet is your friend. internet is fun. why would you spend two hours at the park, or reading a good book, when you are so tired from work? wouldn't you rather unwind with some internet? wouldn't you rather endlessly scroll for two hours on the internet? you might see something interesting. don't you feel better afterwards? don't you want an algorithm to filter you into increasingly insular communities until you can't relate to others outside this curated world view? don't you want to see the world news? don't you want to fight? sorry - i mean, increase engagement? don't you want to scroll through all the world's horrors until the frenetic motionlessness exhausts you to the point you have the same empathetic fatigue as EMTs and disaster relief workers and have nothing left to give without even leaving your home? don't you want a smart tv?

she call me plato the way I contemplate her cave

every time i make a mistake im like theyre going to put me down like a sick dog

not me being as wise as a serpent and as harmless as a dove

i relate to patrick bateman not because i hate women or gay people or whatever but because i too can sit on my ass and do fuck all every day and my internal monologue will be like "i'm deranged. i'm inhuman. i'm a twisted fucking cycle path

Current mood:

Listening to hard rock after crying because fuck feelings I want to break shit