Trid15

All right, hot-shots, no small talk or bullshit today! Just cold reality and stark, naked truth. Don't wanna know, or friggin' scared? Door's there! Whattaya waiting for? Thanks for sharing, get the hell out! I've had it with your snobby fed-up attitude and your non-stop whining. Why ya smiling? I said get the hell out! THIS IS MY TERRITORY! I've gotten thousands and thousands of comments: "Been there done that”, "Blah blah blah", "Hey this is awesome!", “Teen solipsism blah-blah!”, "I'm adding this to my Favorites list!", "Heard it before - same old shit!" What have these "commenters" ever done in their entire insipid boring lives that's interesting and new? I mean have they ever created a SINGLE THING? From what I've seen they just smear nothing but crap on my comments section. And that's it! Most people have hands, heads, and asses. And what've they produced with them except shit? They shit on the internet while they shit in the toilet. On the net, in the toilet. On the net, in the toilet. What's gonna be left for your stupid kids and grandkids once you're gone, hmm? Unfunny jokes in random blogs that nobody ever reads? Then there's this crap: "Ooh, I've already heard all that before, why don't you come up with something new so I can laugh my ASS OFF!" Ha-ha-ha! There are a googleplex of Boob-tube channels for your "entertainment", so ya can suck down sappy gags all day and never think AT ALL! Now ya can zone out 24/7, without ever turning on your flabby brain. Eat, shit, laugh! Eat, shit, laugh! Eat, shit, laugh! Eat, shit, laugh! Eat, shit, laugh! EAT, SHIT, LAUGH! EAT, SHIT, LAUGH! People! Yeah, you! Take a look at yourselves. Billions of comments all over the web... And they're mostly - shit. Shit, shit, shit... and only a few get the actual message. You are slow on the draw, human beings. You are — slow on the draw. If you've already heard everything... Then why haven't you done anything to make changes in your lives? Hmm? You're so damn tough and certain you're right, aren't you all? And what if you got chained to a radiator, with a baseball bat sticking right in your face? Where will that toughness and certainty go then? Into your pants? With all your adrenaline!? You didn't duck in time! Seven : Zero! You've gotta be nimbler, my precious! They say I’m the same trash as the rest. Guess what, my darling friends? Given the alleged value system of the majority. I'm far worse than that! Far worse! Well I wonder now what your comments will be like... Or maybe get off your ass and change the system?

I'd like to play a little game with you... For one measly minute or so, let's forget your precious IQ and enter the dark realm of imagination. Look closer! Imagine there was - some shift in the old time-space continuum that sent you thousands of years into the past. But you have a flash drive bursting with gigabytes of wonders of the modern world: music, books, pictures, videos... You aren't just some little prick any longer, but the pinnacle of smarts, top of the big pyramid of civilization. They're all dying to pay you incredible treasures in exchange for all this knowledge. World leaders from every nation! You're a demigod-like genuine phenomenon, you are the path to true enlightenment, dude! Well, everybody's gathered together, excited and waiting, ready to pay heed to your knowledge, to learn from you and so forth. Thousands of eyes are staring, the entire world has stopped to hear what you'll say - expecting miracles and light! Now pay attention. How do you get the data off of the flash drive? Because you don't really know anything. The only proof you have that you're from the future is this little hunk of plastic and metal. You've got nothing to tell the mob. And without proof, anything you say to them is going to sound like *** And at best, THIS is where you'll end up. So yeah, my precious smarty pants without all your usual technical support you're nothing but a useless little dumb two-legged farter. But then of course, setting up a free e-mail box, turning in a "ready made essay", voting via text message, or installing a plug-in are each and every one crucial, necessary, brilliant skills. But they are not gonna do one damned thing to save your neck! Right. Now let's think about things on a global scale. Any of you know the gunpowder formula? Can you make penicillin? Do ya know how to take crude oil and turn it into gasoline? Is there anything at all you could give these poor dumb shmoes from the past, huh? Come on, think!? Use your brains, darling parasites! For example, to generate electricity all you need is an orange or a potato. It would be enough to stick a small golden cross along with a silver spoon into it for these two contacts to produce 2 volts! Did you know that? I'm well aware that my words will not convince you, which is why I'm prepared to show you something that is significantly more substantial. I happened to bring along with me a nano-quantum-crystallic hyper-hydropneumatic information core with thousands of petabytes of information. Voila! And now, this amazing device will transport every one of us... Or not. Uh, does anybody have an intrasystemic figurative synthesis - compiler?

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Hey. Do you like prostitutes, friend? I totally love 'em. After all it's the oldest profession on Earth. Hookers have a lot in common with politicians, journalists and actors... All of whom can either be artists or poseurs, turning cheap, dirty tricks — or answering a true calling. It's easy to say that women who, voluntarily or not, got into this craziness are weak, stupid, and spineless sluts. But are they not just satisfying demand? We all know that without them some would go bonkers from loneliness, fear, frustration and all kinds of complexes. I say without a smidgeon of irony: Most of these women, who by whatever twist of fate, became professional satisfiers of pathetic male fantasies are far more decent and fair than their despicable clientele. I totally get guys who say sex with hookers is the purest, most honest kind of sex that anyone can ever have. While a free-of-charge quickie can cost so much more... leaving behind such a residue of shame and cynicism for all involved that no matter how hard you try to you can never wash it off. And so I ask you — is there anything new that can be said about this storied topic of old? Not a goddamn thing. We can only shrug our shoulders. Or as we walk along the streets watching 13 and 14 year old girls hop into random cars we can be dumbfounded again and again from the sheer inconceivability of this scene. Or am I wrong? Ouch! And what's this monument? It's to an unknown, um... It says it's for an unknown hooker?? What the...? Well... Why the hell not? For the boys who go missing in action in senseless wars they build entire parks as memorials. Isn't this also a battlefield? Isn't the world of prostitution one big slaughterhouse? Of course it's naive to think that fantasies about Prince Charming will soon stop turning the heads of girls dreaming of rom-com lives. Where a handsome man in a fancy car sweeps then off their feet and puts a ring right on their finger. Let the prudes grind their perfect teeth to dust right now, cuz, baby, this bronze beauty IS going to stand somewhere along 5th Avenue, or the Champs-Élysées — some glorious main street of our cities. I command it! A giant woman in a provocatively short dress, rain or shine, an eyesore eternally waving horny men down. Forcing every passer-by to engage their brains and decide for themselves — what do they think of it.

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The most valuable currency in the world is the currency of human attention. Well, I've gone and struck the mother lode. And you, have you brought me a coin?

So here you are. You’ve laid your fears and doubts on the bonfire for me to burn the hell out of them. Now I step out into the center of this effin coliseum with a torch and a gas can in my hands. In front of me — a crowd of naked people backing up against the walls. I’m in the middle of things, as you can see, and in fact, I AM the thing. Oh, yes. I created myself! I’ve put it all under my control! You get what I mean? It’s strange… I actually exist in the real world. I think, and I’m totally free of stereotypes. Oh, yeah. My world… has infinite possibilities without the daily junk food of television clichés without the catchwords and slogans that are imposed by governments, or by the boob tube, or by your precious Internet. So here I am. Right here. And I’m real. You’re staring at your computer screen right now, but are you there? Hey, hello?! And is there any way to prove that to me?! And so it appears… that you don’t exist… and I… do. I always have something to say, and what do you have to say? Think about it! “Gimme two brews and some chips” – mmm, how revolting! Or, “Honey, I need to use the bathroom” – while in fact you sit on the can and text your lover, or pardon me, jerk off. Your whole entire life is nothing but lies, porn, domestic spats, Internet addiction and mobile slavery. Well, am I wrong? Now tell me, have you ever done anything that’s actually out of the box? Never! And you want to know why you won’t be able to? Because it lies outside your comfort zone and you’re packed into like you’re packed inside a reinforced polypropylene bag. You are slabs of meat… squeezed between your daily routines and your work. “Next one in the line, please!” Or am I wrong?! Maybe I’m mistaken? Go ahead and correct me! For instance, could you give away your cell phone to some random person? Huh? Now that’s a killer question! Could you go right now and reformat the hard drive on your computer? Isn’t it freaky? Did you shit yourself?! Do you know why you won’t do it? It’s because it would be like you’re committing suicide. You don’t exist without this stuff. Have you ever done anything? Anything? Anything at all on your own? Have you ever just followed your own decision instead of waiting for the order, “Just do it!”, huh?!!!! So it looks like I am the real one and you are just an underdeveloped figment of someone’s imagination. You haven’t been drawn yet. You’re gonna have to try awfully hard if you want to prove that it’s the other way around and you can consider yourself a real living being! And most importantly, this is not a game. This is a…