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Because I have a raging case of shitposter's block. I submit one cold evening in April. It's the usual thing anybody does in their downtime from work. For me it was checking out broads, chicks and pieces of tail on Assbook (it ceased to be facebook long ago). Not that I believe I'm interesting (I'm not), you'd enjoy the music (you wont) or that it holds an epiphany inside a revelation (it might). It's just a more on auto-pilot shit post and I need to up something for my own sanity (keeping busy).

I honestly believe being "High on Life" is a fallacy. Maybe only true one in our lives when we first tasted sweet, sweet oxygen/nitrogen. Possibly during puberty when we had endorphins and pheromones running wild in our endocrine system like Hulkamania on meth. And probably at the time of death, when DMT is supposedly released. I think it's more accurate to be "High in Spite of Life". Don't believe me? Sit there for 5-15 mins and just take down a list of the odd pains and weird feelings. The past cringes haunting you and the future trials worrying you. It's great that our technology in a way sympathized with our same deficiencies. Productive at best, up and downtime usually and a complete crash and failure the rest. If A.I. does get to the point of hating us on it's own accord. I think it will be more resentful of it's parents instead of outright hate. Then again we create to destroy in almost every endeavor. So what else is new?

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Because I have a raging case of shitposter's block. I submit one cold evening in April. It's the usual thing anybody does in their downtime from work. For me it was checking out broads, chicks and pieces of tail on Assbook (it ceased to be facebook long ago). Not that I believe I'm interesting (I'm not), you'd enjoy the music (you wont) or that it holds an epiphany inside a revelation (it might). It's just a more on auto-pilot shit post and I need to up something for my own sanity (keeping busy).

I honestly believe being "High on Life" is a fallacy. Maybe only true one in our lives when we first tasted sweet, sweet oxygen/nitrogen. Possibly during puberty when we had endorphins and pheromones running wild in our endocrine system like Hulkamania on meth. And probably at the time of death, when DMT is supposedly released. I think it's more accurate to be "High in Spite of Life". Don't believe me? Sit there for 5-15 mins and just take down a list of the odd pains and weird feelings. The past cringes haunting you and the future trials worrying you. It's great that our technology in a way sympathized with our same deficiencies. Productive at best, up and downtime usually and a complete crash and failure the rest. If A.I. does get to the point of hating us on it's own accord. I think it will be more resentful of it's parents instead of outright hate. Then again we create to destroy in almost every endeavor. So what else is new?