digital deceit

i am connected, endlessly and unforgivably. it isnt so much that everything is doomed, but that all we know is doomed, for it is us that dooms. we made ourselves carriers of the virus, and think everything else is killing us. we may only cut off our hands to end the sin.

i was born into the internet, i have scarcely known life outside it. as a child i engaged often with forms of electronics that were disconnected, from the internet, and such times were blissful and as innocent as a natural awful human could be expected to act. but im here now, everything around me is here now. i cant fall back into my younger ways of watching and listening for their own sake, i have seen the black light and so became apart of it. 

the internet is a self-reliant system, but not because it is itself capable of everything, instead because everything that it relies on also relies on it. co-dependancy with blinking and shining demons. even stepping away from it is merely an act done in relation to it. "does away with it entirely, now exists in relation to being done away with it." you cant run from it and really escape, because your runs distance is measured in how far from it you are. everything is in relation to it, everything is connnected. 

a farm somewhere with little electronics, save for a tv and phone, would be consumed in its being connected the moment its discovered by the metallic breathing force that i type into now. im apart of connection, and now i act on its behalf

what a pretty little house, what a gorgeous field, what honest people! say, would you like to lead the aqueduct of capital into this little beautiful place of yours? 

the innocence held through evading the grasp of the internet can only be valuable with its everpresent risk of being consumed by it. if it couldnt fall, who cares that it stands? 

the system couldnt go on if it didnt appear so comforting. i have five screens in my room that are visible. 3 more that are hidden, and an endless sum that i have no doubt forgotten. how can i be without any? its a comfort, a luxury. starving children surely envy me, smile with your meal now. but its electric heart beats too loud, and with it the terror of its consuming your every atom is always subtly felt. i cant get away, we need it now, there is no where else.

so how can it end? i cant tear away myself for more than a day. i cant tear anyone else away for even that time, i cant even convince them without it as th means of communcating such suggestions. so, it must kill itself. it must be forced into connecting everything with everything, until all is one and becomes like god on earth, or until the limits of humanitu are shown at last and everything tears at its silver seams.

accelerate into your lifes purpose; your molten lead bloods final seeping, and your freedom from all that has been mistaken as your only reality.