Between Google, Facebook, and Chase Bank or whatever parasitic credit company that owns your soul, nothing is secret. These mega-conglomerates no longer deal in tangible goods, but information.They know what kind of toilet paper you wipe your ass with, whether you prefer pistachio ice cream or rocky road, and if you're a queer punk rocker with a preference for studded anal beads.
These mother fuckers know everything. I'm at a point in my life where I just don't feel like thinking for myself anymore. I tried that and it only causes mental turmoil, hair loss, and hallucinogenic drug use.
I mean, how the fuck else could you cope with a world that is infected with government sanctioned torture, environmental degradation, and Fox reality shows people watch to escape their own shitty, meaningless lives?
Therefore, I implore Google, Facebook, Chase and whatever Department of Defense data mining program that is monitoring my every digital move, to tell me what I want.
You know more about me than I do, so please just come out and say it, because I'm tired of using this overgrown mass of gray matter for empty introspection.
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