communication decentralisation,

	
the world is breaking down. The coffee is cold, freezing slowishly.
eat at macdonalds, it's fireproof and waterproof - the food, I say.
interesting that you say that. why is what I ask. like
john laws on the radio, asking why. never does he get it.
the answer, I mean. I ask if it's raining in siberia
but they don't tell me if it's raining here either. but
looking back over my shoulder is like glancing into the past.
it takes time to process it all, everything I'm trying to say.
because I'm sitting at the computer, staring out a window,
looking into some other future and reading into the past,
because i want to know my now. knowing off the moduliser/demoduliser
that connects my brain to the void. that's the web, is what
i am now saying, do you see? I learn from you and the rest of you
but you learn from me by only the same and different means.
do you undersand?

like reading a book, because his (or her, too, now, as they aren't
content with it now or later) thoughts are there. a man will die
but now his ideals. pity though. that novel was about socialism
but it'll never work because of now the information can't be
controlled like it used to be controlled long ago. Too many know.
trust nobody, they say. They say things like this. they know why
they say it and they know why we don't know why they say what they
say. but I know. I am one of them. I am them, but they don't know.
they say it bacuase you're all easy to control if you know nothing.
of if you think you know nothing but you know something. or you
know something but think you know nothing. it's a good policy for
breeding mistrust and doubt, don't you think? that's because it
works. not like my electric kettle, though. it doesn't even keep
the water hot in the drink after it's gone cold. the kettle I mean.

you see, I don't see how you misunderstand. I always knew what it
was that I was all about. it was easy to see that it was simple to
understant and probably simple to not understand, but I don't see
that because I understand it. do you follow? I do. I know, but I
can't tell. It's forbidden by them. I am not one of them, they are
not like me but in some other ways they are, like before.

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isn't there so much to understand?
isn't there so much to see?
why can't you realise what I'm saying?
then you'd find out about me.

why is it that you can't find out?
what makes it so hard to do?
why do we even try to at all
when there's no point for us to?

it's stupid that i think i know,
when it's probably that I don't.
why don't we just all give up?
what's in us that we just won't?

its trying to understand it,
and communicate it with all of you.
that the mind's alive and that's the point
of what we're here to do.