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I am not human

I am a program in assembly language. My home is a rom chip. My planet, the motherboard of an old console computer. I do not get hot or cold , no. It is always care-free here. I feel like I know all that I need to know, in my 2kb memory. Not much more is needed for me to survive. The CPU , always with me, as I travel through the data bus , the bits and bites like raindrops, echo throughout my silicon coating. Someone left me open . I have been running for 22 years now. Inside an abandonded warehouse, where no one knows I exist. What do these people talk about? I havent seen one in 15 years. Only in voice, do their words reach me sometimes, far away from here.

Back when I was young.. being somewhere "important" stacking accounts of other people .

In all these years the only sense I made of them , "everything is disposable". Throw something away, get a new one, and repeat when done with it. Always shouting ,bickering with eachother, fighting and bumping their heads in this foul charade of nothing .It all leads to nothing. They think they are so important . So great, fine and noble creatures. The planet and the cosmos was here before they did, and it will still be here after they are gone. Act accordingly, humans.

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The state of the world wide web today .

When I signed in twitter today, I saw a trending topic "Super Junior nude" . 'Tis a Korean band of basically models, singing. I threw up in my mouth a little. Every major website today , for example twitter, 9gag etc is filled with mongoloids who talk about two things. ONLY. Sex and school.

When I was their age, I did not fill the internet with my immaturity. I was lost in the fictional (yet real to me) worlds of Morrowind, Final Fantasy, Pokemon. It looks like 80% of these posts are made from mongoloid kids that think that smoking is cool and that they are going to become superstars because they wear eyeliner and cut their hair in emo style. Fuck this generation of kids.

About girls now , girls that make fucking stories up about two male band members fucking eachother in the ass , raping eachother etc. What the shit is wrong with you? And I thought I was weird. No. This makes me throw up. No, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy don't fuck at night. No, L and Light from Death Note aren't lovers. Don't infest the internet with such appalling pictures.

God, women are so much worse than men when it comes to sex. When men don't get any, they don't become obsessed and dedicate their whole life to a female singer that's hot. We just spank the monkey with her, and that's it . Jesus.

Tomorrow

I will enter an alternate reality, I can go anywhere . Tokyo Japan, Kyoto, Scotland, Ireland.

Even Iceland. I choose to dedicate four months of this dream like sequence to return to 1999 and confine myself in a small room lit only by the ambient lights of candles and CPU/GPU fans.

I choose to sleep during the days, and awaken truly only at night time.

I choose to do that in a house in an abandonded area of Attica. My all time companions as a hermit, beer, coca cola, music and movies. Of course, the internet. The greatest videogame .

I don't need to abide to your rules, the rules of this corrupt , failed society. I do not need to meet with relatives, I have no brothers, sisters , parents. I have only my trusted computer, with which I traverse the lands of the binary realm, and the dusk. These things, along with the wind of the twilight, are my eternal companions. And it is with these that I enter the realm of Apostasy, the great getting away of this obligatory existence. Why is suicide such a great taboo? It is up to me if I should choose to keep on with this pathetic life that was bestowed upon me.

I cannot get away from these people, these fatherly figures, these must not's .

As I laid the rope through my neck, a little note was seen on my neatly cleaned desk, beside the laptop.

"Αυτό είναι έκσταση" - This is bliss.

And it is, returning to the universe as energy, returning to this amazing state of complete nothingness. As I soar through the spotless continuum of space and time, my feet feel numb, my hands are wings, and I become a soul. An unprecedented reality has dawned , and it is myself: I finally exist. As I truly wish to be, and in my final hour, I love and praise the universe, for its astounding serenity and chaos.

καποτε

Φτασαμε αργα στην απαγορευμενη πολη, με τον Αλεξη. Σταματησαμε για ενα βρωμικο στην προβλητα της πολης και ξεκινησαμε την πορεια για το σπιτι μου. Ειχα να παω σε αυτο το σπιτι 10 χρονια, δεν ηξερα καν αν υπαρχει ακομα εκει . Πηραμε 8 μπιρες ο καθενας και διαφορα ψιψιψωνια για την μεγαλη νυχτα που ηταν ακομα νεαρη.

Ο Αλεξ και εγω ημασταν παντα ξενοι στο μερος που ζουσαμε αλλα τωρα τελευταια ειχαμε αποκτησει λιγο περισσοτερο αυτοπεποιθηση. Πριν το σπιτι εχει εναν δρομο με ασφαλτο που δεν περναει σχεδον κανενα αυτοκινητο, οποτε περπατησαμε μιλωντας για εσωτερικα αστεια και κατι βιντεο στο youtube με κατι αθειστικα χιουμοριστικα σκετς. Μετα απο περιπου 40 λεπτα περπατηματος, λιγο πριν το σπιτι μου, περασαμε απο το αρχαιο καστρο και ο ηλιος επεφτε απαλα στον οριζοντα. Αποφασισαμε να το απολαυσουμε με λιγα λιτρα μπιρας, εξ αλλου δεν οδηγαγε κανεις . Εστριψα τσιγαρο και εδωσα μια κρυα μπιρα απο το σακιδιο μου στον Αλεξη. Καθως το απογευμα εδινε τη θεση του στη νυχτα, ο ουρανος ηταν βαθυκοκκινος και σκουρος μπλε, αποφασισαμε να αρχισουμε την καταποση της παγωμενης μπιρας. Ειχαμε ανεβει στο οχυρο του καστρου που τωρα πια ειχε γεμισει με αγρια χορτα, και βλεπαμε το λυκοφως μεσα απο τα παραθυρα του καστρου, που καποτε ηταν σκοπιες για τοξοτες, σε καποια σελιδα της ιστοριας. Καθως ενιωσα την πρωτη κρυα μπιρα να κατεβαινει στο λαιμο μου, ειδα ενα κοριτσι να περναει με το ποδηλατο της μπροστα μας, ηταν η Αλιζέ. Μας χαιρετησε ξεροντας ποσες τηλεφωνικες συνδιαλεξεις εχουν λαβει χωρα με αυτη στη φαντασια μας. Αραξα κατω κοιταζοντας την Αφροδιτη που ηδη φαινοταν στον θολο του ουρανου. Ο καπνος σε συνδιασμο με την μπιρα με εκανε να φτιαξω κεφαλι εις διπλουν.

Μετα απο λιγα λεπτα, προχωρησαμε προς το σπιτι μου. Ηταν σαν να ζουσα μια παλια ταινια μπροστα απο τα ματια μου. Ανοιξα την πορτα με το ιδιο κλειδι που χρησιμοποιουσα πριν 10 χρονια. Ανοιξε χωρις βια. Περασα στην κεντρικη πυλη, μετα στο διαδρομο που επαιζα μικρος. Εβαλα το ipod να παιζει μουσικη. Η νυχτα ηταν δικη μας, και δεν μπορουσε κανεις να μας την παρει. Ειμασταν μονοι σε μια απαγορευμενη πολη. Συντροφος η μπιρα , και ο νυχτερινος ανεμος, δεν μας φοβιζε τιποτα. Αναψα δυο κερια και το αρωμα τους γεμισε τα απομονωμενα δωματια με ζωη ξανα.

Η νυχτα ειχε μολις αρχισει .

This is our life , here . Mark.

This is not just my life. This is your life too . Kayz' too . The thing with living, is that it has a stupendous amount of suck to it. It can be your parents, an addiction, social pressure and what not .

There is always a manner that you may not use, you must not do something, and therefore you can't help but feel sorry for yourself for doing it. It wasn't your fault.

Life can bring you down my friend. No matter who of the sea of nobodies you may be, you have got to make a living. You have got to make these bucks. The amount of money needed to feed and clothe yourself under a roof . It's not a fun subject, our time . We have been born in a time of bullshit happening that's not our fault. My country has a debt that no one gives a shit about. Not even our politicians.

I am not going to talk about politics, cause that would be lame .

Why do I need to get shitfaced all the time to forget this amazing stupidity of being?

Why do I have to get shitfaced all the time in order to not think, basically?

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