You know what makes me happy? Being a complicit murderer. Here’s how it works.
1) I do what I am told.
2) Other people die (including my humanity) because of it.
3) I get rewarded with tokens to buy shit I don’t need.
Simple. Like me.
And Banality. I fucking loves me some of that shit. I stockpile that shit, and get discounts when I buy it wholesale. I love not questioning anything except people questioning things, and doing whatever I can to preserve my faith in my store bought character, lest I need to take a loan buy another.
I wouldn’t want to be one of those people that other people (just like me) didn't want to be around because they were hellbent on self-defense. I take offense to my defense. I kick the shit out of myself everyday.
I also take offense to the fact that you are saying I don’t give a fuck. Because I should be entitled to be a fucking complicit murderer and not even half to admit it.
I take offense to people who are not happy in the way I (those who programmed me) define happiness and 24/7 too, because it rains empathy on my parade of self-investment, which is desperately seeking a certificate of approval from the purveyors of this matrix of mediocrity.
I like aspiring for some piece of paper from some other monkey wearing a suit that says I am accredited at being a trite fucking tool, they seem nice enough.
To me this denotes success. Once I have wasted my life sucking dick and kissing ass, so to achieve a matured form of complacency, I will retire and help my children and grandkids do the same. I will tell my grandkids while getting on my knees, "OK guys heres how you do it". They will appreciate my wisdumb.
I like saying things like “that motherfucker is crazy” or “That guy is way too serious” because it makes me feel better about the fact that I am an expendable moron who thinks like everyone else.
I like feeling more validated the bigger my paycheck is. I like being a hyena, and laughing any one out of the room because it unifies me and the others who also take offense to their own defense.
I love doing the same fucking shit, day in and day out, then taking pictures of me doing this shit, and show it to others who do the same shit and are impressed at how well my behaviour approximates theirs.
I fucking love my rented space within the swarm and being moved by it to and fro. I love only moving if the person next to me pushes or pulls me one way, I love being at the whim of the conductor of this pop orchestra in which I assume for the sake of my self-abuse does not exist. I hate initiating anything, unless its to fuck someone else over or kiss the ass of someone who is.
I only take seriously the opinions of people who would step on me, shit on me, and devour my soul if even the slightest opportunity presented itself to do so, yet anyone who comes to my defense I take offense to, simply because everyone is not like them.
If the news told me I needed to kill myself I would, so long as it was broadcast on at least 3 of the 5 networks all run by the same people, because majority rules.
I like fitting in, whether into the cog of a wheel of a F-22 raptor, or the unknown agenda of the groupthinking herd, with no central focus other than shopping for more lies to plug the leaks in my bubble.
I like being told “you did a great job” at being a complicit murderer and keeping my mouth shut.
I love being a numeric code in a binary processor, for which I do not know the manufacturer. I love only having meaning if it’s in relation to a bullshit “protocol".
I love TV, and being as disposable as I am reusable.
I like it, and like that my only option is to like it.
I love the fact that I have the police, politicians, bankers and an ubiquitious matrix of agreeable assholes on my side, ready to pounce on anyone who dare question my right to take offense to your defense, like a bloodthirsty hyena with dollar signs in its eyes. Because I am thinking animal, a fucking tool. A free roaming, half awake head full of bad ideas, and I got the papers to prove it.