He sits there lazily while his cheap
smartphone dings out another facebook message. The expression on his
face is blank stupidity like 'duhh' and sinuses plugged from
amphetamine abuse; a petulant child in an overgrown fat body whose
walking consists of malformed hobbles. The black, sticky dyed hair
clings to a badly shaped head. It demands recognition for its disdain
of anything not it. It demands gratitude for providing materials
thought to have been derived from obsolete theories of assholes and
waste. Deep down, it doesn't know what's wrong, because the fat has
traveled to its brain and shorted out the electrical signals into
selfishness and disgust. He is a disgusting man, and would rather sit
there oogling trannies than his own wife. To him, this is as normal
as existing as a lazy sack of shit the constant exultation of
preorgasmic juices spilling out of his overclocked sex organs.
They're burnt out and synaptic wiring fused from overuse, sputtering
out of his body like a constant stream of deathly waste energy that
surrounds him like shit flies. A piled of sopping wet diapers
surrounds areas he frequents. “mmhgmhm' it murmurs loudly and
annoyingly, so everyone can hear. It wants attention and it wants to
be appreciated. It bends over and gets in your way just so you dont
forget how special and necessary it is to your life. And then it goes
and hobbles away into some slop in the expectation that you will be
obedient to it somehow. It speaks in strange whispers and holds above
you the superiority of abstract financialization to make you feel a
sense of inferiority-complex driven by shame and stress, so that it
may too feel special and validated. In a world of abundance and
cooperation, it thrives on your internal conflict, as its the only
scenario where it can dig into your mind and parasitize your
thoughts.
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