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propaganda has created a world of indifferent fools---
it is so deeply embedded into everything we are as a people,
that change in this world can only come through more propaganda.
and it will be our only savior, if we are ever saved.
propaganda is humanity
as cake mix is to cake.
everyone should just stop talking and everyone should stop pretending to listen.
deafness coupled with muteness would make this world a much better place.
so whose with me?
deaf mutes anyone?
and on a final note, i wonder, where the fuck are todays revolutionaries?
anyone know of any intelligent anarchists with a half decent plan?
they can't look like anarchists either, that doesn't count.
if anyone knows, please tell me, so i can actually do something useful with my life.
i'd like to be overthrowing the fuckers of this world, rather than just reading and writing about it.
we have to the most damaged generation, created with the inability to be alive.
and for those who find a way out, we are just as fucked.
once you figure out you are alive you want to kill yourself,
not being able to take one more day, having to exist amongst
the masses of dead skin.
no matter where i am or what i am doing or who i am with
it's only a matter of time before i remember
that it's all useless, because
this place smells like shit.
and my salvation is defining the love that i have
where my lover hates all the things he should hate about me
but loves me that much more because he knows my ugliness
he knows my capacity for both good and evil:
he feels my disgusting, self-interested soul but is comforted in knowing
that at least it is real and sometimes maybe i do good things,
sometimes i am loving and selfless and pure
like an unripe fetus about to be sucked out of a stupid cunts pussy.
and i may be ruthless, pessimistic bitch, but i admit it and that's more than most.
death to self-proclaimed and in the closet feminist alike,
scrambling like whiny children to understand the things that cannot be known
and will not be known, but try anyways to find some sort of half-assed explanation that may sound good aloud
or on paper. but none of it means anything.
death to everyones selves really.
i could write an entire book about the misdirected nature of all women, but that will have to wait. we are all alike. men just wound up getting the suits and ties and titles...
years and years and years and things just pile up
and power maintains itself but that is the nature of things.
the nature of 'just because' or
'shit happens'.
i prefer the line of my father,
'who knows, who cares'.
as i was saying, anyone got any good plans for living?
revolution anyone?
i could start one, but i really cannot pretend to like people, to the point of socializing and getting together a following.
but why should all people be liked? because we are all alike?
very naive i think.
peace and love my dirty, shit infested asshole!
those are quaint little ideas and i like them in theory
but can i have some practicality?
i cannot even wear skirts anymore and i feel like i should put on makeup and brush my hair more or something,
anything to disassociate me from the manufactured 'hippie style' of today.
a potato sack i always said, i need to start wearing those.
alright revolution, please find me.
i am ready to give up this stupid town
and i'm ready to stop wasting money on a pretend education that doesn't mean shit.
find me PLEASE. i will be a faithful disciple of everything not like everything around me.
sincerely, christine.
it is so deeply embedded into everything we are as a people,
that change in this world can only come through more propaganda.
and it will be our only savior, if we are ever saved.
propaganda is humanity
as cake mix is to cake.
everyone should just stop talking and everyone should stop pretending to listen.
deafness coupled with muteness would make this world a much better place.
so whose with me?
deaf mutes anyone?
and on a final note, i wonder, where the fuck are todays revolutionaries?
anyone know of any intelligent anarchists with a half decent plan?
they can't look like anarchists either, that doesn't count.
if anyone knows, please tell me, so i can actually do something useful with my life.
i'd like to be overthrowing the fuckers of this world, rather than just reading and writing about it.
we have to the most damaged generation, created with the inability to be alive.
and for those who find a way out, we are just as fucked.
once you figure out you are alive you want to kill yourself,
not being able to take one more day, having to exist amongst
the masses of dead skin.
no matter where i am or what i am doing or who i am with
it's only a matter of time before i remember
that it's all useless, because
this place smells like shit.
and my salvation is defining the love that i have
where my lover hates all the things he should hate about me
but loves me that much more because he knows my ugliness
he knows my capacity for both good and evil:
he feels my disgusting, self-interested soul but is comforted in knowing
that at least it is real and sometimes maybe i do good things,
sometimes i am loving and selfless and pure
like an unripe fetus about to be sucked out of a stupid cunts pussy.
and i may be ruthless, pessimistic bitch, but i admit it and that's more than most.
death to self-proclaimed and in the closet feminist alike,
scrambling like whiny children to understand the things that cannot be known
and will not be known, but try anyways to find some sort of half-assed explanation that may sound good aloud
or on paper. but none of it means anything.
death to everyones selves really.
i could write an entire book about the misdirected nature of all women, but that will have to wait. we are all alike. men just wound up getting the suits and ties and titles...
years and years and years and things just pile up
and power maintains itself but that is the nature of things.
the nature of 'just because' or
'shit happens'.
i prefer the line of my father,
'who knows, who cares'.
as i was saying, anyone got any good plans for living?
revolution anyone?
i could start one, but i really cannot pretend to like people, to the point of socializing and getting together a following.
but why should all people be liked? because we are all alike?
very naive i think.
peace and love my dirty, shit infested asshole!
those are quaint little ideas and i like them in theory
but can i have some practicality?
i cannot even wear skirts anymore and i feel like i should put on makeup and brush my hair more or something,
anything to disassociate me from the manufactured 'hippie style' of today.
a potato sack i always said, i need to start wearing those.
alright revolution, please find me.
i am ready to give up this stupid town
and i'm ready to stop wasting money on a pretend education that doesn't mean shit.
find me PLEASE. i will be a faithful disciple of everything not like everything around me.
sincerely, christine.