i am a man that breathes steam on bulletproof glass
bulletproof coffee steam on bulletproof glass
for i cannot help myself
i must read the comments and their ripostes
i cruise the msm and the carefully curated shadow-banned blogs..
every cohort the victim
every other cohort the privileged
so many privileged victims everywhere
all the whataboutery brigades in full war mode
they need revenge
their unalloyed truth we must be told
does the glass allow me to parry the missives
after all thoughts are things
thoughts are things..
every single day the same committed posters
many of them bots
and many of them not
fire their virtual guns at familiar bots/ human strangers
from dusk to dawn
then dawn to dusk..
when virtual a.i. becomes physical
is when we will be punched in the face
by a dedicated fist-app that reaches through the 3d-screen
a phantom fist made up of solidified pixel-steam
a punishment for the crime of disagreeing
or for simply being perceived as a different kind of human being
perhaps only then will we comprehend that thoughts are things
real things
but only because the thoughts manifest
virtually as laser-guided spit or punches or stabs or kisses
in other words
we and our a.i. would have learned nothing..
