On the web, you are a Vessel...
Empty vessels to be possessed by the Demons of the web. They are filled and controlled by the wills of their possessors. Perhaps you too are one such possessed?
A host for Demonic energies...
"Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!"
Irrational passion and violence... an alter ego for civilized man.
And there she lullèd me asleep, And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!— The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill side...
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself. Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
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How The Internet Has Messed You Up.
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