Braindeads are the real pollution. They are those that
smile and wave to each other on the streets of suburbia. You’re either living
your clicks or your one. Are you reading this now with a nice woolly jumper
tied around your shoulders? Is everything in your house a piece of flat pack
from Sweden? Do you drive a midrange family car? Then you are probably a
braindead. You screwed up the consensus. I hope you’re fucking happy braindead.
The
idea was that we could vote with our feet. That if everyone was voting all the
time then we could build a perfect world. No one in power. Just the consensus.
Then all the braindeads got freaked out and started demanding some authority.
Once you create something to keep the piece… it’s only a matter of time before
it starts to take over. Everything the Authority suggests that we all do the
same thing at the same time, that’s them, taking over.
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