Damn it Feel Good to be a Gangsta
On the cosmic scale of time and space, our world does not exist.
The omnipotent freedom of the internet is as much of a myth as that of Democracy. There is no true search engine. There is no true navigator. The more you intensify the focus of your search the less likely you will ever get to where you want to go. The internet represents a tyranny of choice, a burden of information vomited into a void of non space. The web represents the eternity of mind and thought. The chance of fifty thousand other people posting this exact same point of view on other web pages right now is extremely high. The chance of them ever reading or finding this text is extremely low. We are all lost in “space.” It is as if every person walked out side and stood on their soap box and began to scream and masturbate at the exact same time.
Accept the Unreality.
Embrace the New Flesh.
Create
Subvert
Dominate
Swellco & Swellco
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