hello there friend, enemy, frenemy, stranger, nosy neighbor, hater, biter, wanker, or whatever term(s) of endearment you prescribe to. I'm here writing in my favorite editor of late, IAwriter. and I do use obsidian notes as well cause i like the linkage ability, feels like a big ass microcosm going on.
well here we are once more, I've set up shop. I don't expect allot and neither should u. I'm just a drifter doing my drifting, that's all. I want no trouble! you could try but it might be in vain, just saying not spraying. hear me now + believe me l8tr.
times are certainly strange in the fact that they're becoming more fucken boring. humanity is borg, and culture be borging. enslaved by tech, mentally incapacitated by a heavy, substantive lethargy thats coma inducing. people didn't know how to think, act, or behave b/c they were never taught to. like the scene where Neo first emerged and Morpheous had to insert a bunch of metal into his bod. he never used his muscles before (which is kinda impossible really, but ok). some if not all act + fake that shit's normal, despite the volumous stacking evidence that shatters that bullshyiaattttttttt. peoples inability to keep it real is whats up, or call shit out, or correct. and that's primarily b/c everybodies a potential psychopath none of us wanna trigger, fear of retaliation. don't touch that crazy bitch she got followers lolz. fake af slaves of the borg collective. whereas thought crimes were thoughts not conceived of by the hive mind.
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