My name is Judes.
May, I moved into 510. Many people who hate themselves speak only the words of the big Other. The first time I went to 510 at the end of March was when the river brought me here to spare time - he was a demon friend whom I had promised in a group called "The Articulation of Desire". The first time we met, we went to see Tiananmen. I spent 2,000 in April to check my heart, and then nothing happened, and I was recommended by doctors for 500 more coronary artery, so I could watch the film myself. I've had a heart attack, but my heart looks delicious.
What should I use? With your anger. Some say anger makes him an empty shell. Good. Burning, crying, angry, drunk, smoking, without a target, co-workers and bosses like a horror puppet show, with less than 5,000 wages, a fine little home that eventually moved out, and a contract with the whole city that expired at that time, nowhere to let yourself go.
So burning, our inner power should not be turned into a mechanical repetition. - Through procedures that have long been laid on us, garbage, redundancies, heterogens. Format it. I can't even open it. Rogue software running through my body every day, where's my file? My eyes are dazzling. I'm forgetting who I am.
So burn, light, heat, ashes out. At least it's beautiful. What can my life do? Wet gunpowder, diluted alcohol, rusty knives, dumb fire shells.
You're a proletarian.
Tell me about it. I was born in a small town in the northeast before I graduated from college. My personality does not like to express itself in strange places, but rather to develop interest on its own: reading, video, playing games. My parents are two electricians who see school as the only shortcut to a happy life, so they are often violent against my family because of learning problems. I have left them in recent years, but I am in society at a time when I am in a new, truly traumatic and seamless relationship, and I am not prepared: I am not independent, I do not know the limitations of those who point my finger at me, I am deviating them and becoming dependent on them; I have lost interest in exploration, I have reduced curiosity about everything around me, I have given up thinking about the mechanisms behind the appearances, I am sick of strange areas, I have maintained a nihilistic attitude towards the future, I do not want to continue to walk and I have to walk; I do not want to be a master, I have lost emotion to the poverty, exploitation and inequality that are truly experienced in life, I have no meaning in my life, but I live for myself.
This is, in the end, twisted, anti-life, directed towards self-destruction, and will bring others together.
So what do we do? We are intuitive to the dark side of the system, we are a bug to be repaired, we are the closest inhabitants of the river bank, and our body is the dyke of the Tianlong.
It is written here as a slogan and as a suture, a slight self-inflicted injury. It is well known that the injection into the organism of living residuals with pathogen characterizations increases immunity. Will I look to the stars to create hope only to fall into the trap of authoritarian capitalism more elegantly?
I will not allow this evil to come to the world through me, for the first time, and I will give you the sword of execution, 510, stab me, kill me, and tell me what life you want.
As long as your body is in space, you have power.
Here we go.
I'm Judes.
It's my Wisdom.
Come talk to me.
Or come directly to 510 and talk to me.
I'll wait here.