You'll be happier just ignoring me.

Art is the interpretation, technology is the manipulation, and writing is the elaboration, of reality.

We are communicating to eachother through robots. Interconnected (fucking) robots. Skin is deprived of stimulation, with the exception of masturbation, but even that is up for interpretation.
Layers of life folded, intertwined, touching eachother, we don't see the differentiation, just the superficial sublimation of this manufactured reality.
Isolated yet never alone. Even when you are lonely and no one understands you, you are surrounded by stupid fucks just like you thinking the same thoughts you thought were origional. Why else do you like the same songs, shows and movies! Indivuality is a commodity, spoonfed when you want it to be, and made to make you feel like an addict for some made up shit. But you don't care. Just forget I ever said anything and go back to your pills, shitty job and shows you are brainwashed to think are funny. You'll be happier just ignoring me.