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self recognition through alarming pieces of media

“you don’t like the proliferation of terms like Unalive outside of TikTok because you realize that you’re aging out of youth culture and it makes you uncomfortable!”
no I don’t like it because there’s something INCREDIBLY dystopian about being forced to soften terms for basic parts of the human experience like death and sex (and even more so terms for oppressed minorities- call me a “le-dollar sign-bian” and I will bite you) purely because advertisers and corporations demand it

antihumanism:

always all too, too terribly, terribly tiresome to hear people whining about the Machine, look, im not even someone who cares about the school cant ‘the Machine is Good, Good is the Machine, from the Machine flows all and back into it returns, through the tanks we are reborn and how good is the machine blah blah blah’ i forget how it goes, i just find it so annoying when people set about whining ‘ah, we’ve lost contact with nature, we no longer feel or smell, i wish i still had desires, i don’t like doing massacres against followers of the Flesh Whore,’ like, hey, man, you embraced the Machine and its blessings of fire and death and the infinite pillage of war eternal, you suckle from its fueling stations like the rest of us, you take the pay check, you go to the repair bays, you join all of us in wheeling as one to destroy the followers of the Flesh Whore as a great iron wave of locusts chewing and devouring the stuff of the world, your pipes run just as red and full from the blood harvest as any, just because you whine about it doesn’t stop you from being part of it, just because you imagine you can trace your ancestry back to something outside the Machine, and just because your choice was made, as all of ours was, when the Machines children came wheeling through your village, slaughtering and laughing with abandon, and maybe you too saw them in their glory, the perfect union of discipline and will, something truly free because it could not do otherwise, and understood this was what you had always been looking for in your life, to become a beautiful tool constitutionally incapable of pity or remorse, loose from all the Flesh Whores false doctrines and empty promises, or maybe you were just terrified of joining the harvest as wheat and did so as a sickle, it doesnt matter now, were all in it, there is only the war eternal, the flesh harvest without end, and we all stand atop mass graves, and we all know some of the bodies we put in those graves, may have ranked them once among friends and family, but thats over now, and all that remains is wheeling in unison and Death to the Flesh Whore and so on, if you really want out, theres the door, it stands above a six foot drop and comes with a complimentary neck tie, no one is keeping you here

clownboybebop: