this is not the antisocial network. this is the anti-social network. get the difference? this is the network — wait … stop. it’s not a network, see? it’s a node in a network. it happens to be my node. you can’t comment on it. you can’t email me. you can’t contact me. this is where my thoughts go. my thoughts go everywhere, by the way, and i’m not going to edit myself. there won’t be any pictures or piano playing cats to share. there will be no tags. there will be no categories. if i could get rid of the dates and publish in non-linear time i would. also, the fourth dimension isn’t time. also, there will be no links. google shit if you care. you can’t like my posts. if it gets shared on one of those fucking social networks, i’ll never know about it because i’m on a complete news and social media blackout. my social network from this point forward will consist solely of real people in the real world. yes, i know, "reality" is subjective — except when it’s not. those humans, those solid, flesh and blood humans — my friends are the ones who are going to let me know when they come for me. i’ll have to find out through word of mouth that the gas chamber is being fired up to cook my ass. thanks america, thanks for the father of lies. he’s why we can’t have anything nice.