In today’s self-obsessed society, narcissism and shallowness are rewarded with empty accolades on Social Media. These toxic behaviors are also encouraged by others participating in the same ego-masturbatory activities. One giant uniform circle-jerk of likes and selfies and empty comments. All of it completely devoid of meaning What won’t you degrade by plastering it on your fucking Facebook, or Instagram? Selfie Sticks, and duck lips, oh isn’t this just the perfect time to take a selfie ladies? We’re so fucking adorable! It’s like seeing a group of apes fascinated by their own reflection. Except much, much sadder. Does your face change so often that a daily photograph becomes necessary for your friends and family to recognize you? Don’t believe you have anything to worry about because you seem to have the same three expressions in every image. Native Americans believed that a photograph steal a person’s soul. Until the internet and Social Media I chalked all that up to superstition. But maybe there’s something to it… I find myself far less skeptical now, because I can see the soul drain out f every person’s face with each proceeding selfie. Each one, their eyes are deader, and deader, until you’re looking at nothing but a vacant doll who fills their hollowed out souls with trivial likes and barely coherent comments from strangers online. Cheap likes and the illusion of internet likes inflate your ego, remember, people CARE and obviously want to see MORE. Is this really all you’re worth? And the pit spits back… Yes… Yes… Yes…

Oh, hello there. My name's St. Äma. I'm not sure if we've met before, but that's alright. All meaningful friendships have to start somewhere don't they? Come on in. Have a seat. Don't you think people would be so much happier if one day they woke up and realized their political ideologies aren't going to save them, or anyone else. Imagine that. It's funny show short-sighted humans can be. Especially when their own bias comes into play. It's almost as though we're all not going to end up in the same place. Decaying in the ground. Come on... Place your hand against the screen. Pray with me. Politics really aren't so different from religion, in that they give people something to cling to in this otherwise existentially horrifying and meaningless existence. Can I get an amen? Humans naturally want to be a part of something. To feel as though they belong. To simply not feel so alone on this spinning rock, out in the middle of infinity. Oh, my canidates gonna do this, my canidate is gonna do that, my canidate is better than your canidate that's for sure, because that's my opinion. Let me tell you somethin'. Anyone who gets into politics is inherently corrupt. And if by some small miracle their intentions are benevolent. They won't be for long. They're just human after all. And every person has their price. And we see that every four years. When our "saviors" renig on all their promises. Who's gonna be your next great hope four years from now? You really think your opinions are gonna change the world? Good luck. Human nature doesn't change. Our viciousness is what brought us to the top of the food chain and which will also be our inevitable end. Can I get a hallelujah? We're all part of the problem. If even there is a problem. Who's to say this is unnatural? It really seems much more likely that we deserve each other. And I sincerely mean that in the worst way possible.

Day after day Nothing changes Things remain the same The same, it’s all the same Just like your master intended Now stay in your place Where you’re safe Oh so safe From the famine and the nuclear waste You take And you take Reciprocation? It is your virtue to rape Such a shame Define insane Said it so many times Doesn’t matter what I say It must be fate To shout in vain Into deafened ears Collective blank face So you breathe and you breed Life of entitlement A walkin’ talkin’ disease You’re a fraud Just a fraud Don’t want to rile anyone Opinionated faux pas This world is one Big slaughter house The end’s in sight So just shut your mouth And tuck your head Between your legs Take a deep breath Prepare to eat lead Human Apathy Consumes everyone Accented with greed Evil deeds Know what I mean? Probably guilty yourself Of that which I sing Just like me

On my deathbed, the 3000+ Facebook friends I had at one point will comfort my weary soul as it passes on into the afterlife. On my deathbed I will be satisfied by the mark I’ve made on people’s lives by the post and comments I’ve made on the internet. On my deathbed I will feel accomplished that I was outraged by the things Social Media sites told me to be outraged about. On my deathbed I will not die and individual. I will continue to propagate manufactured outrage to fit in with the pack. The Corporations know this and my life has been manipulated from start to finish. On my deathbed I will pass on into the afterlife knowing that the collective likes, views, shares I’ve gotten during my lifetime makes me successful as a human being. On my deathbed I will never regret the hours upon hours I’ve spent creeping on complete strangers photographs on Social Media sites. On my deathbed I will be prideful that I was one of thousands to be able to like a scantly dressed internet whore on her “modeling page“. On my deathbed I will never become aware of my naivety, nor my willingness to be manipulated, nor will I realize my true impotence and delusional thinking brought on by Social Media. On my deathbed I will rest assured knowing I won that internet debate I had 20 years ago. On my deathbed I will rewatch all those Youtube reviewers I’ve spent countless hours of my life pissing away listening to. Who needs art when you can just pick it apart and get the cliff notes version. On my deathbed my only regret will be losing friends on my Social Media profiles. It means I offended, or rocked the boat in some way, and that’s just not what these sorts of sites are for. It means I was wrong and my post was completely inappropriate. On my deathbed I will be remembered fondly for how willingly I shared my personal information with websites that are backed by shady government agencies. On my deathbed I will feel good about myself knowing that I shared all those important memes and posts pertaining to important world events. On my deathbed I will never regret the time it took me to get made up to take endless selfies for the approval of complete strangers on the internet. On my deathbed I will continue to believe the fraudulent visage I’ve created online. I will believe that it is my truest representation, and how other people see me in “IRL“. On my deathbed I will never become aware of the lies I was fed by my Social Media Masters, and my hourly intake of Facebook, Twitter and all those other sites that mean so much.