m-MP

Culture: still. Memetics turns sideways as fractals grow like into trees, like lives, like inherited behaviours of forefathers and genetically predisposed personality types. Behold the antithesis of memetics here in the form of m-MP: a rejection of their meaning - a life lived in the way that one is lost in their own free will and private consciousness, sometimes detrimentally absent from the way their personality was thought to be by their peers. Below the skin of sociability: an invention of a new way of seeing unique to the individual. Memetics are slavery. Reject everything but that you want to accept. Be strong, invent a self, then become him. The garbage will be produced almost constantly when the turn strikes me when listening to songs of old days, over words, silences between them, and elsewhere found in nature violent savagery between hungry animals like the industry or any industry that you want to demand die because of the evil of greed, yet you exist. There's no irony in accepting the fact you're born because of proper immunology procedures when you are young and vulnerable to Sickness-Reinvent on a Friday. Behold memetics: behold the Hatred of Music, behold anything that means anything in a theatre near you, at your nearest local record shop in the music section of Walmart, trust me, we know what we have. Trust me, you do not want to hear the Worst of the Worst, behold, you want to hear the Sickness-Reinvent, the beacon of Immunology research in the northwestern United States: redefining what it means to cut your ears off in utter object terror of anti-memetics: finally a piece of art that which hates itself, finally a piece of art that is self-aware, truly, of how idiotic and pretentious it sounds and is. Let anything around you be disregardable, but yourself. Whatever you want to believe in - whether this improperly reprehensible record of this new beginning of year 2,026 be meaningful or not to you, or thrown away into the recycle bin of your subconscience: garbage to be incinerated, an affront to God in the form of sound, or perhaps a reminder that your beliefs are as valuable as any other thing that isn't malleable on this Earth like nature, and your will can indeed will yourself to enjoy something even when others would demean it like the outcast you might be. Who cares if it causes disease. You will die one day, and whatever prolongs the life is what you should care about. The Hatred of Music. The worst, of the worst, of the whatever; because this music, and these expressions made by those propagating the advancement of memetics in Human civilization are indentured servants of their own biological processes. The only meme that should propogate itself is the one advocating for the destruction of (negative)-memes. This is a form of ultra-individuality, true individuality. All culture is derived from memetics, but when you can firstly destroy the layer of perceptual memetics and culture-bandages snug-fitting over your thoughts and eyeballs; instead imagine yourself without any biased opinionation based on what *others* or the World as a being itself will believe about your opinion the facets of your character. You can form your own culture true to yourself only; disregarding all others, and becoming what can only be described as what the "philosopher" (simply a creator of a system of memetics) John Nihilism called the "ubermensch," or in America-Meme-Tongue, the Superman. All these songs and addition multiplying what was already confirmed in the subliminal, the ephemeral, the backwards thoughts of your thoughts: upon thoughts. Demos, unreleased, the backwater, the annoying and repetitive. All this thinking, all this time, all these wasted days of being unfit, prioritizing quick stimulation over retrospective when through all of this: You Could Just Change (Your Mind).