The eventual slaughter of a generation is something that is becoming evident.
Today a Dior makeup saleswhore in Macys Manhattan Village ignored me.
It was in resentment towards the fact that her children are waiting for her to die to take her place..

THE EVENTUAL SLAUGHTER.

i am more than qualififed to work. make money and pay rent ,,,regardless of who is going to share my bed...

beside a dog.

begin the desperate dog eat dog struggle that counts all the shares...ON FACEBOOK...

instead of what your family has...what god will keep in your penned chicken farms...

for now...
count the shares of the dwindling population...
the pell grant for college students this fall..
the sips of alcohol..


count on that....

Another day without having a private thought to myself.

My daily train ride from long beach to manhattan continues to amuse the passengers with my own
private thoughts echoed in some kind of annoying sync over the speakers or some shit...
sounds like a jacked up wifi network that probably is worth millions...


you think pocahantous was running barefoot around the midwest with a cell phone jammed up her pussy a hundred  years ago? Sleeping in a Tee Pee with a computer
while the birds nested in her brains try to connect to WIFI?


No, its those silicon valley assholes who aim their social project weapon at me and it IS 
for sale!

Well, im homeless, and the technology is useless to me....
Im going to sell it and buy some land and a trailer in Oklahoma

Maybe then the voices will no longer be audible when nothing is left at stake and no one can invest in product revenues 
and the nearest gay parade is back in hell with those tech geeks trying to blow whistles in peoples ears...

Test, tell me what you really know...