Hey — Fuck The Internet Sometimes, Am I Right?

What a writhing pit of entitled,

dead silent takers.

a Sea of Cowards,

as The Dead Weather call them.

Projection-filled leeches.

Ungrateful termites.

Constantly, brainlessly feeding, so confident that their feed will be unending.

No appreciation.

No savouring.

Creation? Anathema.

No — just consume.



And yet, it has brought much good.


Boundless knowledge and resources.

Undeniable capacity for affecting positive change.

But my ratio is 70/30,

Absolutely do not need and wish we did not have it/Its here, and I guess it has some positive sides.

…Life, huh?