Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Secretly Blacklisted So That You Don't Have A Cause

So in this new world, they've decided to do things the sneaky way. They still haven't found a way to make people completely trashy breeders, but they're working hard both day and night to find a way to keep people away from their good. They use basic ideologies to cripple someone or someone's meltdown after they torture them. They aren't "clever," but they have control, so they're God and we're all slobs. And so more of us are ending up on welfare and other government programs, as we are unable to work or do anything that could possibly destabilize our worthless state.

For the love of God, I'm going to write, and I'm going to put everything that I write on sale for free. The lobotomy didn't totally destroy my ability, just some of it, and while I'll never be as good as Peter Straub or Stephen King, I can still work hard to devalue art, which is my goal. I know that as long as it has some value, then it will be kept from me, and I will be destroyed for trying to make any sort of living.

Among other things, I'm a communist, sadomasochist, attention-seeking pedophile (though I'm not into children, just get labeled), and I still have to make a living or occupy time since work is a vanity these days. No, I cannot take your order because I cannot remember it, but I can still create a story. I just have to do it in more steps. I have to ask how the characters are feeling because I don't know. The lobotomy detached me from this intuitive understanding. That's the mistake I made while writing my first ever novel, which was just a 60,000 word book that was for practice. Maybe someday I'll put some time into it, but for the time being, I just wanted to see if I still had any ability and what my basic mistakes would be. I need to remember to take notes while writing so that there aren't any major problems in the realm of context. It took me 3 days to do, so there weren't really. I think I changed the color of her hair once.

America, I hate you. I've always worked hard at everything I do, and you still do this to me. I hate freedom. It's like, just assign us all jobs like Putin does. Prevent people going into fields in the first place. Then you can have your perfect world of bubbles and sunshine.



Don't worry. I write under a different name.

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