It’s wine…made by the stomped corpses of his enemies.

No one asked about your mother.

Some kind of Stockholm syndrome i guess.

This companies violates us constantly, but most people are so traumatised by ads and social presure that they don’t see it anymore.

I put ads before social presure due to comedy, but also:

Ads eats brains. Thus creating mindless consumers. Oh look, the perfect consumer!

I met a shitposter from modern social media,
Who asked with a frown, wrinkle lip
And sneer of cold contempt:

“Do you have some reason why you think
This company with vast amounts of these
stamped lifeless things
Will go bankrupt and/or split up?”

But regardless of all the corp-simping
In the future, only these words survive.

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away."

I don’t know you, but you probably don’t fall on the category of “rich” in my mind.

Richer than an Indian farmer. Ok. I’m also rich then. I live in a house (not mine) and don’t go hungry.

I don’t even consider billionaires on the scale…that is just an afront on humanity and shouldn’t exist.

There are more houses/apartments than people.
There is more food going to the trash than what we need.

It’s not that we have a lot of people. The problem is the greed of a few and the complacency/idiocy of the rest.

“Remember who you are.”

So, the same court that gave the case to the Swedish woman, denied countries that are worse off.

Makes sense.

Life will not be the same after this.
A close elevator is now an excusite art gallery.

My basketball team used to do great fart performances in the van before the out-games. Truly amazing people. Material for Fartonauts.