Agoraphobia and the Orator

So I finally totally lost my shit and now the world is over.

I wanted to stop it. I tried to tell people. I even cooked a turkey for 35 minutes with the oven on self-clean last night and nicely caramelized the individual slices using a drapery steamer. But no. No. No.

Free will corrupts freedom absolutely. Can man ever be free if any man is free to do as he would, freely? The answer is no. No. And the fear of the outside is ever present. You see, soon this will all come down to the come down. We have been riding a high for years, falsely inflated like the blowjob lips of your favorite supermodel. When you harden the dicks of all mankind it is only a matter of time before someone is skewered. And another. And another. And finally, the collapse. The bottom falls out and every prince is left a pauper.

I have already proven the principles. I have shown the reality. But reality deviated from the forecast. The forecast is rain, and the great flood is here. I can only hope that it all doesn't come unraveled before I can finish knitting a sweater out of the hair I routinely pluck out of the stinking, living corpse that is the vessel of my belief here on earth.

If the fall is now, I will set up shop in a world isolated from man, from his vices and from his money. I will move to the land before the agora. When deregulation prevailed over standards, and the misinformed nature of man lead him to fill bottles with urine and put bilious liquids on his asshole to soothe its savage nature.

Only one thing can truly be. That is the freedom to be free. By being free we act in contrition to the enslavers, the rule makers, those that enable society. Society constructs society, and as such, a self-defining term cannot be defined. Remember, society is truly defined by those that deviate from it. And in our deviation, we pave the way for a new society, where men destroy men for their own gain, just as they do now.