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[Nov. 15th, 2021|09:55 pm] |
Slowly we get some comprehension - very slowly. It spreads through the system akin to the effects of something sickly ingested. You can see it in the paling pallor of faces and the piss-taking. As if that nice sharp prodding tool is now a limp rag wetting your trousers.
You ever woken up from a nightmare, and thank your Head Algorithm that you hadn't done what you had dreamt you had done? Now, then, it transpires it was real: you fucked her best friend, you shat on your colleague's desk, you murdered that guy and they know it was you. You ended up with some skull and bones on your cap loading some poor human filth on to some train going … somewhere. It wasn't a dream.
I watched Nothing Personal. I partook of the theatre. And I can see how you got the idea our leaders on the second floor of the State Chancellory are scared of the socially irresponsible filth! Now, they are even, mans dievs... listen! Listen to how they are going to ignore the experts! Cut to the studio for sanity. That's more like it: straight back, serious full-fact stare, manicured hands his and hers - intonation finding the frequency most easily attuned to the teicamnieks. You are receiving top-class information from those who would have you all looked over by machines of loving grace (those lot are stupid, much more stupid than you - we can lock them down, strip them of their work, let them contemplate the accruing of invoices and credit payments - let the disharmony and stress rise among them - let the children collapse into hours of corner-staring depression. They are diseased filth, let them eat mushrooms in the forest, they are not socially responsible - they got some information off the khmm internet and - we won't miss them - let them pay for their own treatment - they won't have the money anyway - idiots - let their children be denied the right to kick a ball about - silly bitches and lohi, the lot of them - they can't think - those questions of theirs to which no answer is quite at hand? What, you never weeded a garden before?)
Listen, I just want to live a full life and continue to buy milk in Mego. I will do whatever it is they want. You will have to do so, too. Your so-called bodily sovereignty is murder. Yes, you - stop crying bitch. What did they cut your electricity off? Where is my tiny violin. You have antibodies? Been on the internet, have you? All by yourself, too? Took a test and all - Oooh! ‘Natural immunity’ eh? Tell that to your esoteric charlatan YouTube star, why don’t you? What - no food for the kids? And that ex round to read you the riot act and give you that black eye. Sober up, bitch. What makes you so different? We took it cos we are socially responsible, or we wanted to go to a festival - rock not mean anything to you? Cringe shlager, more your speed, is it? Like wandering through the wheat fields, do you? In your imagination? Getting old, though, now, eh?. Those kids of yours withering you away, eh? Should have stayed child-free, cyka, like me. I digress - just can’t stand looking at you. Or was it to go to whatever shops we wanted to? With the mask and QR code as befits a human being in the 21-first fucking century, you luddite; or to keep our job sucking at the teats of all that money our leaders got lent; or to keep our job in the private sector - keep our boss and right-thinking colleagues off our back. The ones who take the time to watch Neko Personiga and read LSM and who are, thusly, immunised against propaganda: them. What are you going to do if you haven’t got a sponsor? Ah.. was he the one who smacked you up when you got all emotional. Just take it in the arm, will you? Finally? Stand up! I’ll walk you to the Vax bus. There’s one outside Maxima: bit of a queue - loads of scum basically: barely walking dead with bad shoes - I will take a photo and show it to you. See - this is your social group through and through. Baby, don't look at me like that.
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