Confessions of a Cyborg #3: The streets find their own use of things

So, yea, I woke up from a nightmare tonight. It's kind of the same format, I wish my nightmares were more creative, but at times they have really been better than my reality. It sucks to be alive, sometimes. Cuz, it hurts.

The statement Life is Suffering is false. Sorry Budha & Co., but really, life is so many things that suffering is just part of it, kind of, making up a new religion or staring at a tree very intently is life as well. Life is making up a new religion. Life is water. Life is beautiful. Life sucks. Life is other people.

Walking to my car, which I think the UC Berkeley lets me park it around because I use it only for work and workers are needed, I saw a funny sign: EAT THE RICH. That sounds yummy, and also like an advertisement. Then a few steps further CLASS WARFARE. Well, that sounds un-nice, but hey, you seem to enjoy your freedom of vandalism quite well, I think you're in the right position to write things like those.

These messages appear after, well, yesterday. And since yesterday (FUN FACT: Strawberry Switchblade's song Since Yesterday is about a NUCLEAR WAR, not about you, you selfish ex), we seem in the middle of a major thing that needs all of us to pull one way or the other, not all over, I don't know. Let's save class warfare for when warfare is over? I don't know, make up new slogans, those are growing tired some.

Then as I drive a very nice lady who gave me a very nice tip, I SAW A SIGN. It said:
THIS IS A SIGN all in green and then THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BEEN DRIVING WHILE HIGH in black. I don't know why I agree with that statement even more than DRINK WARTERY ALMOND or something, or with "Eat the Rich". I mean, I get it, it sounds neat and menacing, which is alright, but we're in the richest country in the entire known universe, so I guess I'm against eating myself. I mean, as long as it's only fat, I'm fine with eating myself.

I wasn't high, but the music I was listening to sounded like I was on something. Sure, I am on meds, but I'm not... high. I can't get high. The doctor won't give me the thing. It's Case and Neuromancer IRL but with the worst Case possible.

As I walk back from my last drive, because my car hurts, I need lunch, water, toilet and all of those comforts which were once somewhat available around but now my extreme existential anguish makes it almost impossible to ask for without thinking "I am being watched by IT, Wintermute, Frankenstein's creature, horrible thoughts here", I see another sign. This one says: TELL THEM THAT YOU LIVE THEM, which seems funny, but I thought, well, okay, I kind of live them somehow. I hurt as much as they do and I have fun when they do, I think. I try to get myself away from the news as much as possible, but, yea. Then suddenly it changes:  TELL THEM THAT YOU LOVE THEM. OH! Of course, I already did, I love you too brother. It was someone walking in front of me while I was going in slow-motion back to my room of despair, and their hoodies was kind of folded the first time and then I could see the real message.

THIS IS A LESSON ON PROPAGANDA.

The only thing that each of those signs induce in me is FEAR.

Fear for my life. Because: There's not only war, but class warfare, there's not only meat eating but cannibalism, no one out there is sober anymore, I am probably going to die or someone is going to die so I better tell them that I live through them or that I love them, it depends.

Fear sells.

Sex as well. Why is that more cliche than eat the rich? Eat pussy. I think I got this fat because of the lack of pheromones in my nutrition.

As expected, a ride got me to the middle of Murder Hilltop, the kind of place where Mason carried out his infamous act of whatever the hell he was doing in there, and as expected, my signal went out. While driving back to regular death highway, my phone gave me a message of the quality of my signal: EDGE.

If that's not a sign, I don't know what is a sign anymore.

Oh yea, did you notice that the world hasn't blown up to bits just yet? Maybe it never will. I'd rather feel happy and be stupid.

If you have reached this text line in suffering, may your sufferings soon be over.