The Secret Diaries Of A Super Partner (I)

IT had two options. Option one was burning in hell, where IT’s pain and tortures would turn into black ashes never been found again. IT decided to turn his ugly face towards option two, where IT would never get sleep and would amuse the group of hard working people, the weekly soulmates, secretly known as “familia”. Always when IT felt the missing affiliation to the super soulmates, IT tried to hide the loneliness by making jokes. Sometimes it turned out to be funny and brought IT in a high amount of Steemdollars and Steempower. Sometimes it turned out to be sad and then IT felt the chains of the company, because the company was the real and true dictator, dictating in which kind of sandbox IT was allowed to move. IT’s characterless mind and IT’s ugly face sometimes became IT’s protective shield, because we all know beautiful people are far too often envied and despised. Who would sell his or her old, cute and sweet little grandmother? Nobody! But IT did. Nobody is asking in this world if IT had to or if IT wanted to. These are topics we don't want to have on our mainstream societal dining table. IT was the psychopathic monster that from time to time found joy and pleasure in putting ITs fingers into luxuriously ripped up stomachs and hang the small intestine up to the thin golden pole.

The golden nugget was hanging from the ceiling while the seizures and pain yelling echoed within this golden cage. What a please to sadistically see the blood running out of the body orifices. Maybe we are all just flesh in the end. Flesh fighting for flesh against another flesh. Some flesh is bleeding, some flesh is turning blue, some flesh is burned, some flesh is put in another flesh and this is how the cycle is repeating over and over and over again. Stupid flesh against the brain. If only the brain could see something that would help already. Never mind! IT was borrowing its victims his pink glasses. Nobody ever would find out that his or her love is secretly screwing the neighbor while you’re at work for the money, for prestige, for your family, for your pleasures, for your sick parents, for your debts, for the state, for a company, for a department or for a closed institution. A closed institution where only the brightest and smartest could enter its sacred halls. This is what knowledge makes to us! Whereas the more educated ones recognize the worth of the wall paintings in the lion’s dent, the less educated ones are happy to spend enough money for this wonderful travel experience in the lion’s den. Travelpussies. And of course, the world can turn around and the educated ones can become the short-minded ones trapped in the filters of their own educational system and the less educated ones can have a 69th sense of what is wrong or right.

And there is also another special kind of organized group where knowledge is king and the more knowledge you have the richer you are. If these people are sponsored or managed they don’t have to sleep under the bridge, but if they are not, IT will find them soon cause IT can smell their fears and personal hardships. Then they end up again on the golden plate, with the grand golden medal in their hearts in the golden cage with the golden nugget hanging from the ceiling regularly sucked by the monarch.

Never forget, someone is only as powerful as much power you are willing to give IT. If you belong to this last group on the golden plate, poor you, you can be sure you will never see the golden toilet you ordered months ago. Why? Because your cut-off body parts would never be small enough to reach the canal system. Being burned…, well not everyone will be the lucky one and earn these honors. All in all, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Just tell it to yourself everyday often enough and you will end up in places far worse than any cult preparing lunch time. Be aware of IT, is waiting for you at every dark street corner, to rip you off, rip out your organs and sell them on the black market. IT seems to be unpredictable, but IT isn’t. Sometimes you have to disconnect from IT’s horrors and reflect. And remember something being digital is constituting reality! Enjoy your cocktail and don’t forget your drinking straw.