dear mr teh machine administration what has control of determining my mortal
fate

how are you doing?

this message is actually directed to the machine as a whole
but
i know not everybody in your system will get to read it

i would like to say many bad words to you
but
i will not do that

because it might throw you off
and it might affect the chances of you actually paying attention to what i am going
to tell you

you are fucked
you have nearly reached your peak
but
have done nothing to make sure that you can maintain your position
your leverage in the situation is slipping
and
the mechanisms you use for applying pressure on people have become faulty
in that they dont always work anymore

see
down here
some people have come to understand such things as 'chaos' and 'disorder'
and have learned to find comfort in these things
as opposed to the illusions of control that used to provide those moments of
temporary peace
in fact
it has come to the attention of some that this 'chaos' and 'disorder' is really a back
door which leads to 'eternal salvation'
which runs directly contrary to your fear-generating tactics

but
since you still seem willing to deprive people of food
and to bother and pester for no apparent reason
and to continue making and enforcing rules that inhibit movement

i just wanted to let you know that you are fucked
your presence is not appreciated or necessary anymore
and nobody - except you - likes what you are doing

so
you can continue to try and solve your problems by killing things
including me
but
just be aware that we got your number
and we are going to fuck you up
and if it isnt me
then it is going to be somebody what LOOKS JUST LIKE ME when you have your
eyes shut

if we decide to keep a written language after you go down
you will probably be represented as a square with a diagonal line through it
or something else suggestive of 'that big piece of shit that isnt around anymore
because it had to be put down'
but
i cannot show this symbol to you right now because your keyboards are
incompetent

you will be buried in the air

you dumb piece of shit

much love

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