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Tinder

Farce. I’m not going to bother to sound like i’m not some sex deprived fool by explaining my current situation. Everyone gets bored, everyone gets frustrated and everyone gets a different experience from dating apps. Well, at least I assume they do. I’ve had a few, ‘matches’, but it’s blindingly obvious to me that these were a less than cunning number of rouses. Things, created by software developers, to mimic humans; with, what appears to be, a skill for luring information, somewhat, sensitive information out of lonely souls. It’s laughable. ‘i’ll upload the full conversation at some point. But women, who in my experience are usually quite guarded about what they share, with newly made acquaintances, are legally allowed to share the name of one artist who they enjoy. A bot, is not. Should I ask further questions as to why someone likes a particular artist; a person may appease your curiosity, explaining truthfully or otherwise, why they chose that act. A bot, cannot. Should it come back to Tinder that they faked an individual in order to extract pictures or information from some lonely boy; they would be fucked. It’s clear as day, this app, (i’ve spent no money on it) is a phishing scam.

it’s awful..... what you think?

Yes. I agree, Westminster and otherwise. The climate we are currently in, using the oxford dictionary definition: is awful. That is to say, you abolsulte bufffffffffffffooooooooooooooooooooon cunts, Attention. Here

#cunts

quotespile

“It may well be impossible for people who have lived and prospered under a given social system to imagine the point of view of those who feel it offers them nothing, and who can contemplate its destruction without any particular dismay.”

— Michel Houellebecq, Submission

I’ll just leave this here

Oh no.

I’ve all of a sudden, got this feeling, that I am something like an ant; part of a system, doing my bit to contribute, following the rules, not rocking the boat.

But, there’s bound to be big conspirators. There fucking has to be; with the shit I’ve seen and the absolute con that is BREXIT, we’re living in a dream world where climate change can be a lovely, encouraging, news story of all the kids shouting at congress, shouting at Westminster, everyone goes home and thinks ‘Fine, those wee overpopulaters will sort it out’.

Someone’s gonna come with a nuke.

Someone’s gonna nuke back, or, maybe this AI and surveillance I’ve been contributing to since, either my existence or my initial registration to a website, will put me in a box as to whether I should live or die.

Mans spirit is calling out for activism.

Gotta say something, or I’ll die an unhappy man.

Fuck it.

I tried, to work and be paid.

But it turned out to be impossible. I could not keep a roof over my head, and enjoy, the far from luxurious lifestyle I was living. Fuck all your politicians going to far off places, I don’t care who they know, for thebaverage person, time away is expensive; so much so it’s either live or leave.

The future

Give it 50 years. People will be complaining that the sanctions put on some group of people aren’t strong enough, regarding their use of fossil fuels and release of GHGs. Town and city centres will be mostly restaurants, perhaps restrooms, hotels and hopefully vastly improved public transport systems. Hopefully shopping will be done out of town, easing congestion and bringing opportunities of employment outside of the largest populated places.

People will be given notifications reminding them to use their phones, as a means of remembering how to live.