As A Megalomaniac Rockerboy One Said. "This Is A Fight Against The Forces Of Fucking Entropy."

As a megalomaniac Rockerboy one said. "This is a fight against the forces of fucking entropy."

Do your part.

please fucking vote

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

I scream at the screen, try and will a piece of my anger and rage into the silicon. I ask the net how it can connect me with everyone in the world, and yet I feel so alone. I demand to know how it can show me all the world's atrocities, knowing I can't fix them all.

I pound my fist on the keyboard and demand to know why I feel this way. Who's fault it is, but the black void of the blank screen offers no answers, no remorse. Just a reflection of my own face.

My playlist is getting stale, hit me up with some music suggestions.

An "arms dealer" if you will.

Machine arm sell shop - A shop selling mechanical arms in an alley at dawn by WOOKUN (Sangtaek Woo)