Fuck It All

Check the mirror. See yourself. Look at yourself from head to toe. What can you see? A strangely pure matter wrapped up in the best clothes suited just for you? Or a mindfucked slave trying to survive by consuming, buying and selling? The complete work of a system that makes you a part of its sickening culture, fucking you in the ass every second of your miserable life?

What does it want from you? Your money, your clothes, your balls and your fragrance. It takes and gives, makes you feel happier about the individualistic pride you get while dressing in clothes other people have designed – for you. For all of you, all of you individuals.
It is funny though, isn’t it? When six billion individuals dress the same, think the same and feel the same, have they not lost their individuality?

But IT does not care. It makes you want itself. The commercials want you to dip your cash into a hellhole, while making sure you get nothing in the deal. You just abuse yourself. No, wait, you just let them abuse you. You help them to do the job. That’s so cool, man. Helping each other is good, isn’t it?

An awful lot of questions. The answers people want to adress are hardly ever the right ones. People are on biplanes, falling fast into a spiral of their own thoughts and the ones that are fed to them. The problem lies in mixing them all.

I hate the big companies. I hate advertising. I hate the fuckers who make a bunch of people idiots (or, at least, treat them like they were idiots) and cash on them, whatever the cause. Oh yeah, there is no cause beyond money. The beloved money, the great big cash.

We are üntermensch. We are the low-life, the stupid ones, the ones who the lies are fed. Übermensch has all control.
Unless we break ourselves from the chains and Fuck It All.

Fuck it all.

-Zack

~ by zacksnyder on August 30, 2008.