Ain't it funny that human physiognomy and laws of attraction were not set by standardised cult worship of thin refined features or kind looking faces. Instead the past was littered by the hook nosed judge, the fat stout tax men, the greedy J-word cliches and tropes...
Now we stray from this past Agrarian trad wife, voluptuous strong mother bearing hips cliche married to the barrel chested, chad jawlined male with cable thick forearms.
To the now thin, pasty, fake tannery, looks good in a selfie type physiognomy.
The intellect of this current evolutions wishes to be making money by pushing buttons for a generation of now, now now… forever posting into the dumpster server of the polluted cloud.
Bizarre...
What pedagogic social design is this...?
Where only the chosen people go viral?
Leading us to a torrid Uno game where the Reverse card is played in perpetuity with Darwin’s evolutionary first Amoeba,
The Amoeba answering questions in the documentary about how he grew legs and arms from axolotl, then to monkey, then human in a mere genetic leap over the soup of unconstrained DNA results based on time and environment.
Our ancestors would laugh at this TV game show we have become.
The Caveman would weep at the beauty of this tragic opera.
3 generations of Entropic social designers that made it happen, not with a gun, nor a threat.
Just a simple screen, Microwave transmission and the three CIA marketeers.
For once we will not sprout wings or extra limbs, but instead, turn into a desktop soup cruton, communicating with other amniotic cells that have also achieved this buddha state of consciousness In this primordial pond scum our thoughts.
The great Asura python programmer harvesting our nervous system mycelium network into Shitcoin cryptos.
Do we reallly care?
“So off to the jungle.” the white rabbit said. “off to buying imaginary things you can not touch hold or eat.”
Thank you Sky gods of various religions,
Thank you Father Christmas you fucking Liar.
Thank you Scientism for telling us what you did last summer.
“Lets do the twist again, like we did last year.” Chubby Checker.