Who are you on the inside?

Fuck I hate writing posts.

I hate having to make myself write them. God it's annoying.

Anyways, I'm writing this cuz I am forcing myself to build the habit of making posts on social media. This requires an extreme deal of effort & focus on my part, largely because I have seen the cesspit that social media has become in the algorithm-driven "AI" age of the internet.

Miss me with that shit.

Fuck. THAT.

I'm not doing ANY of that shit beyond the absolute essentials.

DEAR LORD HOW THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE JUST STARE AT THIS ALL DAY!?

IT BURNS MY SOUL.

I can feel myself corroding away from the bone-stripping pressure of information being forced directly into your audio-visual cortex. 

Holy shit that's INSANE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!?

So yeah, I don't like algorithms. I refuse to touch them. They steal your souls.





















I mean it.




































they steal your souls.




































What is a man?

When you really, truly, get down to it, what *IS* a man?

When you close your eyes and open your inner eye, what do you se? What do you see when you really, truly peer within yourself?

Do you know what I see?