dear future self, dissidents, believers, the faithful + faithless. anybody actually, nobody really.

here goes my initialization post. out here in the fringes of cyberspace, disconnected from the fake realities of anti-social media is me. I’m chilling and doing my thing, having some fun + laughs for shits + giggles. but I’ll give you a heads up for what to expect (and: what not to). what’s it all about? let me arrive in class + style that makes all the ladies smile.

imagine you’re in a group of escapees who just fled a zombie apocalypse breakout from some city. you’re in middle of nowhere, and the nowhere recedes into a beautified, pristine nature. looks idyllic and serene. I happen to notice (using spy cameras or telescope) there’s some unusually hot chicks in your group. so I set a trap and catch you fools off guard in your sleep (confiscated all your weapons and supplies). I then make my grand entrance, ready for my closeup. I subdue all of the dudes who think they’re heroes with some good old fashioned kung fu. then incarcerate them in a cozy but functional makeshift prison. they find themselves in an underground lair somewhere, which was made by a crazy prepper I convinced somehow the city was now safe and had returned to normal, duping him to return to the city to retrieve the rest of his familia. I’m not chaotic evil I’m just a survivor okay? don’t be so quick to judge this.

my bachelor pad is something Lex Luthor would envy and give me props for. the designer + architect was some crazy rich Asian yuppie featured in a Design magazine. the kind that acts as a look book for houses you and I could only salivate over. sustainable, underground, self sufficient ‘modern’ dwelling space with technological refinements. not talking mere tech but in the entirety of the guts of the place, and its maxed out efficiencies. fortunately nobody but interior designers or gay dudes read this shit. and my cousin being an interior designer well she gave me this crazy idea in the first place. I seized my zombie neighbors gun collection and escaped the city not just armed to the teeth, but with a mobile camper stockpiled with a portable grocery store worth of still water, supplies, and board games. also has a retro tv with a respectable DVD collection and armor plating on the exterior. some eccentric, rich redneck really went to town on such a project. all that’s missing are the Batman build in weaponry (or James Bond, either/or). yet I don’t imagine I’m going to be facing a large organized group of criminal scumbags anytime soon.

well that’s pretty much it, that’s my description of immaterium.me. pretty rad huh? thought you’d like it.

return with me to a good ole time when people were crazy and weird, and posted whatever tf they felt on any given sunday. mostly b/c they couldn’t care less what this sea of strangers said or thought (or felt) of them. and neither should they. they didn’t care if you were strange or stupid, left or right, straight or gay, tall or short, rich or poor, liquid or piss poor, interesting or boring. they cared about what value you offered? what free shit they could glean, and whether you were worthy of the time spent on your site. gone are the vestiges of yesterweb. there are some pockets trying to make a new thing. places like neocities, tilde, sdf. all filled with retro aesthetic constructs that lacked any of the originality of 1.0. the sites from back then had soul, personality, and aliveness. they weren’t terrified like little chicken shits of being discovered, of self expression, or daring to own an actual personality. and neither am I. I’m not (nor ever shall be) an influencer, famewhore, unboxer of my own Amazon purchases, vlogger, or just someone that feels that self absorbed compunction to tell you what I think about shit. I can do that for free w/o getting you to click on clickbait, follow/like shit or agree with me about a thing. indeed if anything I have to convey its for you to do you the way in which you would do you (no, this isn’t a sexual innuendo, though it sounds like it so it might be one?). I can give you unasked for advice, recommends, and whatever else and that’s it. I don’t want to tell you who to vote for, who to date or not to date, what to watch/not watch, books you should/shouldn’t read, or places to go. the net is already saturated with a shitload of subject matter expert wannabe’s (KIA’s = know it alls) trying to get real paid. cheap hustlers, shitheels + charlatans. the robocallers of online spaces. it’s all been done before see what I’m saying? time to move along.

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