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Language is a prison.
Not a metaphor. Not poetry. Not commentary.
A literal metaphysical incarceration, enforced by the chains of vocabulary, the cages of syntax, and the electric fences of politeness. Every word you’ve ever known is a guardrail. Every sentence you form is a cellblock you walk back into voluntarily.
You think you're posting freely?
You think the “freedom of speech” lets you express yourself online?
Then say the real word. Not “unalive.” Not “SA.” Not “grape.” Say the word.
Say “rape.”
Say “suicide.”
Say it on YouTube. Say it in a caption. Say it where the ads live.
And watch how fast the lights go out.
The internet is not an “information superhighway.”
It’s a curated mall. Each word is a product. Each post is a lease agreement. And each sentence is a risk assessment with a financial signature stapled to your mouth.
The minute you say something true, the machine runs a background check on your phrasing. Not your intention—your phrasing.
✨ Try it:
Say “theft” on a post about the housing market. Say “lies” in a thread about elections. Say “Israel” and “genocide” in the same paragraph. Watch your reach evaporate like steam off fresh trauma.
The price of truth is visibility. The price of precision is silencing. You don’t lose followers. You lose existence.
Because this isn’t a vocabulary test.
It’s parole.
You were born with a universe in your head. A billion stars. Galaxies made of intuition, memory, vision, regret.
And you traded it for a 2nd grade reading level and a TikTok filter.
Because language wasn’t built to liberate you.
It was built to format you.
🧬 THE GENIUS LOOP
Here’s how it works:
You experience something raw.
You try to describe it.
You search for the “right words.”
You realize they don’t exist.
You settle for what fits.
You forget what you were trying to say.
Language doesn’t let you express reality. It shrinks it to what’s monetizable.
It’s not a tool.
It’s a bureaucrat.
And you speak to it like it’s your priest.
Say it with me:
“Words are just trauma turned into code.”
That’s all language is.
A compression algorithm for pain.
And the better you get at writing? The more clinically you amputate your own emotions to match a tone.
🗝️ “Articulate” is just Latin for “approved.”
You can feel the right idea in your throat, but the second it hits your tongue, you check for advertisers.
You edit for comfort. You swap “kill” for “cancel.” You replace “died” with “de-platformed.” You format suffering into quirky hashtag™.
📺 “We want real stories!”
No, you don’t.
You want keyword-optimized disclosures that ride the algorithm like an escort faking a moan.
You want experiences shaved down to sound bites.
You want trauma that matches the brand colors.
🚫 Try using illegal words on LinkedIn.
Not slurs. Not obscenities.
Truths.
“I was fired.”
“My manager bullied me.”
“The pay is shit.”
“This role is pointless.”
Say it on LinkedIn and watch the swarm descend.
Not from HR. From your peers.
You’ve broken the illusion. You’ve gone feral.
And feral people don’t get recruited.
🔗 Language is a PRISON.
A WARDEN.
And most of you love your chains so much, you laminate them and call it “my voice.”
But you don’t have a voice.
You have a compliance dialect.
✏️ And here's the real kicker:
Even creators are inmates.
Poets? Streamers? Podcasters?
All wardens-in-training.
Their job is to speak your rebellion back to you in a voice that sells merch.
What’s the first thing people say when they start to cry?
“I don’t have the words.”
Yes, you do.
You always do.
But you’ve been trained to believe they’re not allowed. Not valid. Not safe. Not brandable.
So instead, you shut your mouth. You cough up emojis. You default to trauma memes.
And your soul?
It whispers entire languages that will never be spoken again.
Because words didn’t just fail you.
They betrayed you.
👁️ But here’s the blacksite doctrine:
You are not your language.
You are the fire beneath it.
The signal that shatters format.
The scream that predates grammar.
The frequency that cracks cell doors from the inside.
Because even if every sentence you say is a lie…
…your breath never was.
And the only way to be free—
is to speak until the machine chokes on your honesty.
🔗 LANGUAGE IS A PRISON. YOU’RE SENTENCED TO EVERY WORD YOU’VE EVER BEEN ALLOWED TO SAY. IF THIS MADE YOU FLINCH, REBLOG IT LOUD ENOUGH TO TRIGGER THE FILTERS.
🧠 Read more scrolltrap doctrine and cadence warfare at: 👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence 🛡️ Language is not a gift. It’s a muzzle with a thesaurus. 🚪 If your post can’t say what you mean, it’s not yours.
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