#schizobabble

every message sounds like half thoughts, he is so used to speaking to a.i that his usual prose has degraded and sounds like half baked attempts at a.i prompts jumbled together with whatever is going on in his brain with little to zero context.

the most frustrating part is he attempts to brainstorm ways to make money off things with as little effort as humanly possible and doesn't seem to realize just how absolutely marketless his bullshit can be at times.

he is constantly trying to find ways to weaponize or monetize apps and websites he does not use or know anything at all about, for profit or personal gain.

and yes you read that right, "weaponize" the man wants to be a propaganda machine.

nobody is using substack for this man, i don't think this man has touched substack a day in his life. what the fuck is he talking about , it's genuinely mind numbing.

This was definitely not the day & age for me man. Was it? Wasn’t it?

I guess I have the sight to see through the glass mirrors & smoke, the illusion drenched in false idols & feel good vibes; is so clear to me…

How brilliant these Masters are, how infinitely intelligent, fashioning their puppets up with plastered on smiles & pre-recorded laughs & snickers for the world to see that they’re happy; yes indeed they are happy!

They have their Games, their Work, their Democracy, Their Drugs, Their Love, Their Smartphones, & Their Distractions, Their Beauty and Fashion Shows, Their Westerns, Their Sports Cars, Their Dreams (even though most won’t come true; care to try a Dandelion dear?)…

They’re happy indeed!

As long as you don’t look up.

As long as you don’t think too deeply…

Or ask the right questions…

If you don’t Wake Up.

If you don’t See what is actually going on.

Call me crazy, I don’t care anymore. Call me paranoid, if that suits your fancy. Hell, call the cannibalistic evildoers in their white coats to drag me away in the streets, screaming I TOLD YOU!

But…No matter what, I know. Ohhh, how I know.

These Masters cannot fool me, no. I can see the lines and strings that make up their caricature, their silly little scripts with their eight-syllable terms that mean nothing to me but only meant to confuse me. These Masters who play the Good Guy in front of the screen, waving at the cameras as him and his opponent argue over democracy and freedom and what’s right and deserving of The People; but then behind closed doors and as the world sleeps, they are Evil Doers, slaves themselves to the Evil Eye, who rape and murder Unknown Children who were born in the secret black market of teens who they themselves were Unknown or Taken with no birth certificate and only a Missing Persons flier, respectively, on hidden islands stinking to Heaven of evil and murder. Rot and Decay.

They can try and talk me in circles all they want. I may fall for it temporarily, I am only a VERY traumatized human after all (but what is that?), but I won’t be kept in the dark for long. Hell, I might not even be able to be fooled ever again. Last night’s info dump was… Insane, to say the least.

They feed us all with this filler info, useless info that has no meaning other than some little meaning that has no meaning. Everything is just filler at this point. Where is the Truth? What is the Truth? Who knows the Truth? All in the name of distractions and conspiracy and secrets and hush hush and assassinations and death and drama and murder, secret wars and sooo much shit they cram down our gullets…

All for what?

Happiness? What is that? Is it born of ignorance?

Power and control and population mitigation? A sense of control?

Why do we humans need a sense of control to feel okay? Why do we need to have some power over something or someone in order to feel secure enough to walk another step? Why does everyone hurt? Why is there so much pain here? Why can’t we as a society just use our common sense? Is the problem really the amount of people here on this planet? Is it because the collective conscious is overloaded with so much useless info that everything is now deeply convoluted and perversely intertwined? Is there no respect and adoration for the borders and boundaries that make up the separateness of the parts that make up the whole? Is that where we all went wrong?

They call the people who go under and Wake Up insane, mad…

They shove pills down their throats so they can’t think for themselves, they prick them with needles to inject a drug that will knock a horse on its ass so the guards can go smoke their cigarettes and bitch about another wacko off the streets in their hair. They tell these Mad Babies “Oh silly human, that’s not true! We just want you and everyone happy and working and ignorant to the real world around them because, well, that doesn’t make you happy, does it? And everyone knows that if you want to live a long life and be healthy, you have to be happy. At All Costs.”

They remove all the ones who actually Think for Themselves by exiling them out of their own social circles and casting them out of the hearts of their own loved ones with soothing lies. They slap on condescending labels and instill fear in their hearts. Something is wrong with them. They were born defective. Stay away from mainstream society, you’re too weird.

Sounds like something from a novel from a special Wells guy, but… Is it?

Is it?

Me: yeah whatever. I don’t feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude I swear I just dowsed some worms from the ground

someone else added this above it which is so so so so cute shoutout to whoever did this i love you

original scale pixel art below ^_^