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When the high hats slice it’s a regularizer, a good and caring fascist. With one hand squeezing my valve he gets the blood pumping. At 136bpm, whipped into shape, I bop my head like a chicken. It feels good to be instrumentalized as I drive my small and zippy black car down the superhighway. The suburbs slip even further into non-consideration, this is how I like it when my car zips.
The ankle moves the foot keeps the pedal steady, no more than 80mph. At 136bpm, the sainted rhythms of sick-yellow valley nights under the streetlight come quick. The satellites move upstairs, the signs relay across the optics, the camgirls stain office chairs, the neets talk kino, Hokas come up in a contracting pool of ironic fashions, under sick yellow light and harvest moon, my ghost drives south and I am happy to be instrumentalized.
A Fork in the Road
Mid-twenties, terminal come-up, ping-ponging through the precarious class, John Lemas, both over and under-educated for staging stock images, for contorting resumes for ATS, for test-taking for earning certifications in asset-worthy skills, like Python, decided that failure was the only penetrating movement in this otherwise hermetically sealed system.
The Dilemma
How do you make a scene, a political, condemnatory, disruptive scene, while quitting your freelance job, which is to take pictures of a man with a banana to his ear (like a phone) and photoshop old women’s heads onto a line of Pez dispensers? Time to quit, silently, and make vague institutional critiques in Youtube vlogs, while living out of your car, DIY.
Car Talk
Lemas’ modified trailer reminded his commenters of an enthusiast’s silver whale: the shiny, chrome Airstream, an R&D looking cold-war trailer turned retrofuturist meme. It also reminded his commenters, if not subliminally, of the minimalist trend towards reflective surfaces, taking its (minimalism’s) moralizing, omphaloskeptic gaze to its most literal conclusion: a home designed for total self-observation.
The Brand
Not asian. Not too short. Not Dark. Trimmed beard and headband. Gentle eyes belying hard drive at self-promotion: a Tinder face in the funhouse mirror of his DIY trailer, ballooning. This was Lemas off the grid.
“The Lonestar State”, with John Lemas. A channel in a genre called Nature Influencer. Moral essentialism. Purity fetish. Eco-oriented, with palingenetic overtones and professed desire to green-out this great nation. Eventually credited with producing “follower-fascism,” a term bandied with such frequency on the pop-lecture circuit as “post-truth.”
braindeath, southdeath; you have absolutely no purpose to your life other than consumption and sensuality so that is what you project to us, you just dive deeper into your own perception for its own sake, with no plan to deliver anything deeper, like you just assume by making the effort you've uncovered something worthwhile in your experience.
basically kill yourself.
what is this? your ideas are absolute shit you are a fucking husk
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Women believe anything they hear.
They are instinctually programmed to assign truth to anything anyone says in their trusted social sphere with no thought or judgement at all.
Because they had to watch over others constantly since the beginning of humanity, they became selfless. Because they were so close to all the needs and wants of their people, they developed the instinct to trust them absolutely and a true understanding of their people was taken for granted.
Their bodies and minds became dedicated to nourishing their communities. They would listen to the men speaking of what they've done in the wide world and translate the substance to emotional terms that can be understood by other women, and so used to guide the behavior of the children.
When they were relieved of many responsibilities to their people by the 'modernization' of society the trait of selflessness became hollow and so turned to nothing but self-unawareness, leaving the instinct to implicitly trust their social sphere intact to be turned to purposes other than what made it to begin with.
With the addition of 'the media' to modern society, with all of its inherent falsehoods, women are turned completely against their own nature.
Their nurturing instincts are used to nurture the interests of the upper classes as handed down from the media rather than those of the people they see and interact with every day, even their own children.
Instead of being warm with compassion they are cold with judgement calculated from the information they are brainwashed with; willing to go to any length to make their friends and families conform to the dictates of the elite.
So it is that women are the primary tool of the elite to control us all, because men will do anything for their women.
So it is that love is turned against us and the very foundation of our existence is betrayed.
The only solution is to overpower women completely; to overcome and/or capture the elite's front-line soldiers at any cost.
Life begins with women, without dealing with them you can't do anything at all and all planning is worthless.
This is not a matter of personal responsibility. This is an aberration of society and it requires an organized collective solution.
Men everywhere have to band together in confederated groups, decide on what the law should be, and enforce it autonomously.
By setting our minds on this goal and accomplishing it we will gain the strength to contend with the next battle - 'politics'.
You will never accomplish anything other than the total loss of your humanity by continuing to work under this system.
what the heck lol
Have at it.
>pastebin.com
i like how its the same speech, the only speech he knows
>mundane details separated by commas
>blocks of one-line 'conversational small talk' dialogue
burn it from space
you are an abomination, kill yourself you soulless braindead sack of judaised shit
Shit dude, thanks for reading.