When you think of San Francisco what do you think of? I
will tell you what you think of. Because I know better than you. You think of
dirty hippys doing psycadelic drugs in their brightly colored tie dyed hippy
clothes, danceing some perverse white person dance in the san francisco sun.
This is a lie.
San Francisco is grey. It is grey as ash and it is as cold as Satans prostate.
The weather never changes here. The fog rolls in, it is cold, there is no sun.
This continues throughout the entire year.
No seasons.
No hope.
You people speak so proudly of your machines ability to "brainwash the
air" to force the very air itself to bend to your wishes. In San Francisco
it is the weather that has conditioned the people. Humans here are so lacking
in any kind of dynamic that they would allow something as absurd and ephemeral
as the internet to take over the entire city. Now this city is a ghost town. It
is a ghost town. Not because it is empty, but because the people here have been
turned into ghosts. By the weather. As I mechanically gaze through my window as
I write this I look out on an overcast sky as chilly air bleeds through the
open window. There is a light that makes the outside world look as if it was a
movie set. Mabey it is. Mabey not. I think longingly of spontaneous human
combustion. I send a message...
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