assume a title that will please you

and a subtitle

Why is your raw self subtitled and organized into clean paragraph and line breaks. Why is your chaos so immaculately dressed in formatting and readability favored etiquette? Why are your true feelings and uber conscious experience a plea for spamming you with validation?

What life are you lot living? i get the need to constantly distract yourself from the fact you are always dying and not be constantly crippled by it, but what is this self serving repulsive circus that you have to celebrate with imagery and underlines so it is fucking palatable?

How can you not be repulsed by how spammy you all are? Why can’t you make some space? Why can’t you just stop if there is nothing honest and real coming out of you? You are teaching the algorithm that all you need everyday is to masturbate your self into some dopamine fueled hyper existence.

You can’t offer each other quiet or space anymore, you just have to rub your aroused self on each others face to be sucked so that your ‘I’ is oh so uppercase, stimulated, bold and punctuated enough for your daily dose of spammy secretions for attention.

No matter who the fuck you are, you are just dying sooner if not later.

Die and let fucking die.

Eat a little less. Make some fucking space.

Try humility and not posting ‘oh i am so humble today selfie’ on whatever online exhibitionist spaces you splatter your self on every day.

Learn to be small for a change. Want less for a change.

‘Oh what did i do to suffer so much?’ - look at yourself and the shit you do. All the seven sins and a few others that serves as attention-bait is how you live your life. Packaging it with filters and palatable words does not change it.

You are not prophets. You are all just consumerist consumers who knows no better.

Oh why is there so much human suffering?

Really? You don’t know?