Oh wow, does your meme have the cartoon frog on it? That's just hilarious man, I love the peepee frog and the woojack sad face. I actually have about 100 pages of those memes printed out and taped to my walls I love them so much. I'll just stare at my peepee the frog walls and laugh for hours and hours and hours alone in my room. Sometimes I won't even leave my room for two days they're so funny. I try not to tape them to the walls in my roommate's rooms but I just can't help myself, it's almost like an addiction.

I often take notes dissecting the meaning behind them, and print maybe a dozen new memes a day to tape to my walls. They're starting to run out of space so I've resorted to taping them to the ceiling, but that's a good thing anyway because then I can continue looking at them even when I'm lying in bed. My dreams are filled with the cartoon frog and sad white cartoon man. They're the only framework I have to sort my world through at this point. My therapist says I should cut it out but what do they know? I could make a career out of this I'm sure, I hand draw memes, write songs about memes, I have a professional meme analysis podcast and so on. Everyone is going to love my work on the green cartoon peepee frog.

Just how capitalism has created corporations uncaring of the local communities in which their stores are, it will create people uncaring of not only their local communities but the subcultures and ideologies they join online as those too are commodified and sold as narratives. People interchangable, who leave and go with no care for their surroundings just as stores close and open in disregard to the communities they're a part of. It doesn't matter where they are, what matters is the immediate attraction, be it attraction by capital, and/or attraction of personality and ideology. It doesn't matter where they are, it doesn't matter what it means for them to be where. What matters is the reward function becoming more and more instant and high bandwidth. If you think atomization is bad now, I think we've only seen the beginning.

In the past, where an individual had a far less diverse array of ideologies and worldviews to pick from, having a low inherent anchoring to any single ideology, and a high willingness to swap between them didn't matter as much. There were a decent few amount of frameworks with a low bandwidth of information for which to guide oneself, frameworks you were familiar with. Now, with virtually unlimited frameworks so easily accessible through the internet, it's so easy to find a new framework, that individual with a low anchroing and high willingness to change can be at a high disadvantage without decent discipline. They can easily get lost in "finding things about themselves" and the like, when really the frameworks are all fighting against each other over time creating what is essentially a random in goals. The high rate of change also has a tendency to create a perception of the individual frameworks becoming cheap and interchangable, all equally worthless. These problems will only exacerbate themselves as the bandwidth increases, creating more people with no goals, an entropic persona forever changing, with no solid sense of self.

Slowly, the formation of subpopulations of ideologies become less of a relatively rigid structure, a solid or slightly liquid structure to more of an entropic, dispersed gas, where particles float entirely randomly. People will lose their sense of selves more and more, until the idea of a solid self is a thing of the past, an idea practically entirely useless to society that nobody should desire.

I am having sex right now. Now, bear with me, I know that's a rough intro, but you need to hear me out here. I am having sex right now as I write this. This bitch is riding my dick while I get paid(!) to write my glorious work. I'm getting sucked off (not to be crass) by a bitch (pardon my language) and im nutting in her mouth (excuse my french). It feels so good, and I'm just laughing. I'm laughing but she doesn't care because she loves me, she loves my warmth, and she just loves the idea of me writing and she does it. Not just any writing, but MY writing. My brilliant writing.

I like minimalism.

Listen, I'm sorry you dont like loud noises and bright colors like I do, I know it's hard to understand just how advanced my music taste is. Maybe if you started with something a little easier you can move onto my advanced stage of listening. Oh, who am I kidding, you would never understand me or what I listen to. my taste is quite simply beyond your comprehension, why would I even try to share with you all of my taste? I am beyond this world in taste, in music, art, and writing. Nobody could possibly comprehend whats going on in my mind as I make and absorb anything, because nobody understands me. Nobody understands the man behind it all, nobody sees the beauty he sees, the ecstacy he feels. That's right, I am in pure ecstacy right now and the likes of which you have never felt without the use of drugs. How pathetic you are with your tiny little brain, your limited abilities and so on.

I just feel pure fucking ecstacy for hours and hours on end, why would I sleep? I have no need for it, because my brain operates on such an efficient framework that even if I had several large lesions you probably wouldn't even be able to tell the difference without very rigorous testing and analysis. That's the kind of brain it takes to enjoy the things I do, it really is that simple. Maybe if you took 70mg of amphetamines you can start to near how my brain operates sober on a regular basis. Maybe if you took all the nootropics, and all the supplements, could you reach my greatness, my sheer gifted ability to consume and create media. Aren't you jealous? Aren't you jealous of my sheer ability to just keep on making and making and making? Keep taking your ADHD meds, keep taking your antidepressants, keep taking your 200mg lithium. You won't reach me, no matter how hard to try. You won't enjoy things how I enjoy them. Not once in your life.

You aren't special. People can understand you. People can't understand me. Nobody can understand my desires, nobody can understand the inhuman thoughts that lie behind my thin human mask I only pretend to care to keep. I was never meant to be born in a human body, let alone born into a body of flesh. You cling onto your humanity and your body like a pole as the tide tries to carry you away from it, I was born in the chaotic turbulence of the tide, I am not linked to any form or body, I am not linked to a persona, I am linked to no interests. I am nothing and everything, freely associating between anything I please with as much pleasure or pain that I want. You couldn't even possibly begin to comprehend that. I was born this way, not made. You were born like me or you weren't. Nobody was born like me. Nobody in history, and nobody in the future will ever feel what I feel and see what I've seen. This is a VR simulation that I've dropped myself into to feel infinite pleasure in a universe of infinite beauty that I have omniscience and omnipotence over. I have seen beyond the veil because what is beyond the veil is my own creation, a pocket universe that you are a conscious part of and you can't possibly hope to escape my grasp, you are stuck to me and my world until you die, if I even let you die.

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