Alienation

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+  <p>
+    Nearly everyday I sleep, do shit on my computer and read at home, and go to
+    work. It's just the same cycle only broken when I skateboard and go on
+    hikes alone. I no longer talk to my friends from high school and my current
+    classes I get done mostly online. All the people are asleep when I am awake
+    since I am a night walker. Somehow I have managed to keep a very small
+    number of friends though I am uncomfortable talking to basically anyone
+    else. Online I just get my ass banned. Clubs and groups I use to go to
+    out of my life and people I once knew gone. Meanwhile I move on like
+    nothing happened. My entire social life been just moving in and out of
+    spaces. I never bother create a good image for myself because nothing ever
+    lasted long. Yes, I am talking about irl. This was a habit of mine long
+    before I went online.In school each year I would be around a different group of
+    Inside my body is an entity and all it thinks is intrusive thoughts. There
+    isn't really a me just entities passing in and out. Nameless faces forced
+    to take on the same name and face. A crowd of ghosts all yelling nonsense
+    pilots a meat puppet. I tried to <i>find myself</i> and found there is no
+    <i>myself</i>. No start and no end to the micro universe of the geist. It
+    moves into frame like a endless piece of video film. Time trails off in a
+    similar manner. The entities wait in line for their turn. Forever it goes
+    in all directions.
+    <br /><br />
+    Why are my thoughts so upside-down and mellow gray? Shapes deposes and
+    recomposes into what the entities decide. When I let go it vibrates the
+    ancient tones. Follow it where it goes. When a pet runs off the places it
+    will go may be quite interesting. Follow the loose dog. This is what it
+    would do without you and the lease you put on it. This is how you play the
+    prehistoric overtone instrument.
+    <br /><br />
+    Over there is something scary. I don't see anything over there or hear
+    anything but I know it's there. It stares me down with its invisible
+    eyes. It knows I am here just as much as I know it's there. It's not mad
+    just on edge like me. Careful I must be passing the cold air. The inanimate
+    objects warn. They are passive aggressive indeed. This is the passage of
+    time. Blood on the film. Spiny the film wheels go. Now that is over and
+    something new started. I don't control the waves nearly surf them.
+    <br /><br />
+    When talking to normal people I feel the disconnect between our
+    worlds. Their table of relations is carefully shaped. They associate
+    between objects and ideas the way they are meant to for compatibly with the
+    greater system. They are cells in a body and I am a cancer cell. Not enough
+    cancer to be a threat. The immune allocated the resources needed, nothing
+    more and nothing less. I am alive and not arrested or locked in a mental
+    hospital because the immune system found alienation to be plenty.
+    <br /><br />
+    Privilege is often misunderstood, it's not simply just having more:
+    privilege is when your effort matters. A powerful engine isn't going to
+    move without wheels. A lot like a *puter minds depend on IO. A powerful
+    *puter is nothing without IO. Some people are given better IO than
+    others. When a powerful person makes a order it will likely happen though
+    when anyone makes a order not much will happen. The system gave their words
+    more weight. The system depends you meet their demands or get
+    punished. They are given a giant mech with lasers while many don't even get
+    their own free will. What happens if your below the below? That's me. I am
+    socially f grade. Very bottom since I am a cancer to the system. Not even a
+    deadly cancer, just a simple task for the immune system.
+    <br /><br />
+    Why should I be nice towards those who only cause me pain? Their reason is
+    simply due to social norms. Why should I be obligated to treat them with
+    decently when they are out to get me? I been labeled a cancer and pushed
+    into depression. My dreams of feeding my curiosity rendered
+    unrealistic. Harmless things I want to do rendered bad by everyone else. If
+    harmless things I want to do are bad why should I retrain myself from doing
+    harmful things to those people? Every example of nice things done by
+    normal people just seem so fake. Social norms are a table curtain hiding a
+    table covered in knife marks and blood. Why should I not take a saw to the
+    table and destroy it all? The only thing someone has to do to not get
+    chopped is move out of the way. Though they will not move.
+    <br /><br />
+    A part of me feels bad for those I hurt even if they hurt me. Those in a
+    glass houses can't throw orgies, though often times I do anyways. I can't
+    fulfill any ideals, instead I constantly faze from manic to depression. I
+    am in no position to say what this world needs though I do anyways. I give
+    advice I don't follow myself. I am saddened by everyone not taking me
+    seriously though why should I blame them after what I do? Though the thing
+    is I know even if I was more serious I wouldn't be taken seriously anyways
+    so I don't even try. I am depressed not because of what I do, it's due to
+    what I know.
+  </p>
+</article>
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