I've known it was all bullshit for so very long.
Walk the treadmill, reproduce, make sure your offspring is indoctrinated to enter the treadmill, perish.
But as long as I walk the treadmill I can afford all the comforts.
The hyper-realities. A different author would refer to it as the soothing lullaby of Mother Culture.
Dulling the pains of the chafing shackles. Drawing away attention from those cold iron bars.
Got a nice house, got a nice car, got a nice TV, got a nice computer, got a...
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Walk the treadmill, reproduce, make sure your offspring is indoctrinated to enter the treadmill, perish.
But as long as I walk the treadmill I can afford all the comforts.
The hyper-realities. A different author would refer to it as the soothing lullaby of Mother Culture.
Dulling the pains of the chafing shackles. Drawing away attention from those cold iron bars.
Got a nice house, got a nice car, got a nice TV, got a nice computer, got a...
Read more
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