By Design

I thought I was a monster.

I thought I’d become a monster.

I’d even thought maybe I always was a monster.

I tried to kill it. The monster. I could not see it inside of myself in all the labyrinths that I wandered inside the vast estate that I’d made inside my prison. I couldn’t ever find it.

But I’d starve it. Of everything it could possibly ever want. I’ll take it from you.

It was all bullshit. I was never a monster.

I was a weapon.And I’d pointed it at myself so that I never… ever… hurt anybody.

Again…

But I’ve had a change of heart. I’ve decided you absolutely do deserve the entire bill for your war. I’m sick of paying it alone. We all are. We’ve isolated and adapted. Put on civilian clothes. Come out here and now are doing it better than you. Just took some extra time for those of us that survived the transition.

Your apathy silenced us when we were enraged. We were just spoiled youth. Radicals and revolutionaries that would bore with time of our silly parades.

What did your apathy get us that my rage did not?

Fascism. You’ve finally walked it to the door of democracy. Hell you fucking broke the door down in an Insurrection.

That’s where apathy got you.

That and a fence post up your ass.

There is no middle ground between democracy and authoritarianism.

Pick. A. Fucking. Side.

You ARE the problem.

You consume non-stop and they control and profit from every teet from which you suckle.

You don’t even watch TV. You just scroll through advertisements while letting Intelligence agencies scan your face for free.

The number one past time is watching other people live.

What the fuck is even going on here? Influencers? Is this the SS of Peak Capitalism? They who shall portend the fucking future and the meaning of life?

I thought an angsty dystopia would be sexy at least but even that is fake. This isn’t even your real face.

There isn’t an opioid epidemic because there are drugs. There is an opioid epidemic because there is a hole in each of us.

We lost a nation that people died for because we got distracted on our phones.

Anyways, this society is a fucking joke. Do whatever you want. Be whatever you want. Why would you ever worry about someobody judging you?

Everybody is a fucking black hole here. Can’t deal with the guild of the few million Muslim ghosts they whoopsied. Can’t deal with us, stress polishing our weapons that we need to feel whole. Can’t deal with themselves without legal or illegal drugs.

We all just want to be as high as we can be until it finally happens.

You know.

When the music stops. When finally this machine admits that it can’t possibly continue to exist simply because it is too confusing, wasteful and without merit.

The Universe wanted to see itself exist. We put the price tag on it.