science v. democracy v. the doodles in my 3 subject notebook

it's 3am. i'm not sleeping. really no surprise here. except that i should be because i have to wake up in t-minus...5 hours to catch a bus...to the city...for an interview...and the rest of my life.

so, like the loser that i am, i'll shmloggy blog instead (i'm not the only one...)

warning: the following text may be delirious nonsense.

restoring simplicity one complication at a time...

social echelons built by powerful white men...alright, you already know where this is going. ranting ranting ranting. but it's the truth. i did learn one thing in college, and that was to hate men. i'm kidding. I'M KIDDING. but i did learn that the family is the natural state of nature, and within that institution there is the authority -- the male. fuck you, rousseau. clear cut prejudices were voices through these political theories, and through these disparages, individuality was lost. BUT I WANT TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL. too bad. i'm a subordinate specie (well...i was). gah. shouldn't this be where good ol' darwanist ideals come into play. imma kill and fight and whore my way to the top. screw the legality of whatever. but i can't. because the "able individual" is based on privileged articulation. and today i only made $45 at work that went to the rent i gotta pay my parents. i'm anything but able (minded?)

alright. i just re-read what i wrote and it makes absolutely no sense. but i'm not gonna delete because i (personally) feel that it'll be funny to read after i decide to get some sleep.

until then...i'm gonna continue to write nonsensical bullpoopie.

[if the world doesn't explode in 2012, here's what i believe is gonna happen]

my dystopia...maybe

it's 2190, and the world's energy source runs solely on human shit. the more dung you surrender to the government, the more solution x (a legal drug that is superior to cash money) you receive. a form of currency as well as comfort, solution x can buy food and laxative, which -- of course -- means more green flow. the more waste you produce, the more you are rewarded.

being a visitor, you probably know little about my world now called planet dredge. my name is individual #543. i will describe to you my world:

in the year 2169, plant dredge's energy was depleted. after five years of inertia, professor 69 discovered a source of energy that would power our entire society -- human feces. soon after, planet dredge was back up and running, but the population got greedy and wanted something in return for their energy enhancers. that is when solution x was developed. the small blue pill soon became more valuable than money, gold, silver and any other type of currency.

last night i was kidnapped by the drug lords. though i'm not one to boast, many of my peers claim that my defections serve as a better energy source. it is not because of a superior diet, but entirely because of my genetic makeup. because of this, the government reward me with higher doses of solution x. the higher the dose, the more valuable it is. i currently have over 6,000 pills of solution x -- all of which the drug lords want for their own use. they are currently holding me as their slave, feeding me laxatives to make me produce more excrement to give to the government for pills in return.

this is my story. a story based of lies, deception and scandal. a story where there is no good or evil, funny or sad, but just the cold hard facts. a story where the main characters sometimes die and the villains sometimes get away with murder. my story. my world. my shit.



oh my god. i'm going insane. goodnight. maybe.