100 people who never liked, commented, or shared anything were removed. I dream of the day my work is in the hands of people who can use the tools. And I have a stream of vibrant participants like I had when first on the net. I don't know if it is facebook, my kind of friends, or my overwhelming politicalization, but my stream is an embarrassment. So much value, so little use. So much talent and brilliance in the network...so little organization. I have to break free of the depression that comes from having what one thinks is brilliant and useful and no participation. Well I have always said it is a very secret plan. Little did i know how well that would work. Its so secret only I can see it. The world is in tatters and getting worse, the good people are getting slaughtered, there is little organization that is bringing the right people together. MY allies are broke and scattered. I've run out of pot and I have to face my normal emotional state. I am not having sex, not being touched. All I see around me is masked insanity and moronic governance systems. I've spent a lifetime on one idea and its complexity is enough to swamp all the universities in Canada. I am surrounded by round cards that i have to make a frickin communication manual when I feel like silence and isolation. Miss Plum is on another planet, right beside the one with the Dhanji's. Captain Sweep is not pleased. he is not pleased at all.
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