We’re heading towards the probable collapse of our civilization, and the possible extinction of our species. Can you feel it? taste it? smell it? I feel nauseous, my mouth tastes like processed cheese and ashes, and I smell the eggy farts of our coming demise. Is this just the panic of living in a declining empire? Will we be saved by nano-robots that will scrub away the pollution and trim my pubes in that perfect, makes-It-look-bigger-but-not-pre-pubescent kind of way? I hope so, but maybe we shouldn’t risk it. Maybe it’s time for a new configuration for human society.
I’m Matthew August Knuti. People say I’m smart and I went to fancy schools. I have no real power and I lack the cash, influence, and/or guns needed to really start some shit. Read my blog and then do nothing about it. readygo.
