Derelict. Will not hear bad things said about deros, hear me now. It’s offensive. Sometimes I pretend to be a writer if someone wants to know if I have life goals, which I don’t.
cf. https://bendebney.info/2025/05/14/academia-edu-top-2-on-the-dole/
My goals in life are to get baked and not spend the end of days walking on eggshells around sociopaths humping opportunities for upward social and class mobility until the very last moment before Wall St shits the bed, and we all go, hey I went to world capitalism and all I got was this encircling ecocide and Mad Max For Realsies saying howdy do.
So far it’s working out. What’s not to love about apples.
As for sociopaths humping opportunity amidst encircling ecocode and warlords of civilisational collapse in waiting, well, they don’t even love themselves. Apparently, social climbers like to feed on the misfortunes of others in the name of playing performative games of purge the weakest link in lieu of saying bad things about the hierarchies they’re trying to climb, or even go so far as to make them less idk mercenary. Rolling corporate hierarchy turds in egalitarianism glitter is work, but pileons are exhilarating.
Saying bad things about positively sacred social and class hierarchies personal boundaries not so much at all is also a heresy ripe for excommunication, you know. How dare anyone say bad things about our national security blankets, much less our slavish dependence on the hypocritical double standards of the exclusive tribe? Heretics need executing for the benefit of their immortal souls. It’s for their own good.
Not woke but.
You’ll never guess which village I live in. Maybe all the villages everywhere are a bit the same-same hey. One village is a nonconformist in not sucking balls, and the rest of them gang up on it because they feel threatened and also because they feel like shooting the messenger. The nonconformist village agrees to suck balls if the pileons will stop.
In any event, feed the alienation monster people when cost-of-living and housing crises put barriers in the way of feeding it an endless torrent of the conspicuous consumption we take in place of cooperative personal autonomy, hugely, I agree.
It’s all under control. The deckchair awaits.
One thought on “About me”