if you came here for the 15 second thing,its below the top post
true (sad) story:
Ode to the loser: You caused this
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Jamie was a decent person nothing wrong in plain site
but Jamie had a secret that just wasnt right
you see like many of us, she was into drugs
and she couldnt kick the heroin habit despite love and hugs
i personally offered to go to rehab with her
but to her - i was nerd and simply didnt matter
i had only known her less than a year before she died
weak heart - she took the dose that got it fried
now gone and her daughter is left
little Italia is quite the mess
you see her dad is a loser gang banger
and her grandparents are wannabe mafia members
so whats she to do a age 14?...
...for her every adult in her life spelled danger
she lost her mom, dads a crook
even grandparents are up to no good
and after Jamie died - her best friend took a lethal dose on purpose cause she was so shook
two are dead now, and Italia is just growing up
i wish it wasnt so, but it was obvious - Italia was fucked
though she did try, she was headed to college gonna breakt he mold
but if that happened - i wouldnt be here with this story to unfold
with crime everywhichway she turned
to Italia "crime is the only way" was learned
so she got in MAJOR trouble in a stolen car with a loaded gun and a hanful of x pills
got sent to a girls home and on her 18th birthday shipped off to prison - fuckina the chills!
like this shouldnt have happened - so its you fucking losers i could kill
-----15 second rule stuff here-----
people, i pray you listen to the next bit of advice - you need to fight
dont take this 15 second rule for a joke - do it - if you can't do it -
fight till you can.
The 15-Second Mutiny: How to Steal Your Soul Back from the Machine
By JFK
Put your hand flat on the table. Don't touch your pocket. Don't look at the notification
light blinking in the corner of your eye. Don’t take a sip of whatever’s in your glass,
don’t take a pull off the vape, and don’t look for the remote control.
Just sit there. For fifteen seconds.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five...
Look at what’s happening inside your chest right now. Feel that microscopic panic?
Feel that weird, electric itch in your fingers—that phantom twitch that begs you to
reach out and grab a glowing piece of glass?
That itch isn’t boredom. That itch is withdrawal.
You are an addict, and the dealer isn't a guy standing under a flickering streetlight
on Gauke Street. The dealer is sitting in an air-conditioned server farm in northern
Virginia, running automated algorithms that measure your heartbeat, track your
eye movements, and calculate the exact millisecond to inject another dose of
anger, fear, or lust into your bloodstream so you keep looking at the screen.
You think you're free because you can walk out your front door? You aren't free.
You’ve been evicted from your own skull, and a corporation has taken up residence
inside your head rent-free.
The Prescription: A Lousy Fifteen Seconds
A lot of so-called "gurus" will tell you that to fix your head, you need
to download a mindfulness app, buy a five-dollar matcha latte, and go sit
in a yoga studio with twenty other people who are all secretly checking
their Apple Watches.
That’s commercial garbage. That’s just another corporate product sold to
fix a problem corporate products caused in the first place.
Here is the real test. Here is the rebellion:
For fifteen seconds, sit completely SOBER, and think about anything you want to.
Notice the terms of the contract:
Fifteen Seconds: Not an hour. Not twenty minutes. Fifteen single ticks of a second
hand. It is an insultingly small amount of time. You spend more time waiting for a
stoplight to change or a webpage to load. Nobody on earth can say, "I don't have the time."
SOBER: No chemical filters. No THC taking the edge off. No booze numbing the sharp
corners. No pills smoothing out the static. And definitely no digital anesthesia.
No background music, no podcasts filling the silence, no TV talking to you from
across the room. Just you, your brain, and raw reality.
About Anything You Want: This is where people fall apart.
The Terrifying Freedom of a Blank Cursor
When you tell someone to think about anything they want, they freeze up
like an old 386 hitting an illegal instruction.
Why? Because for the last ten, fifteen, twenty years, nobody has actually chosen their own thoughts.
The phone wakes you up with bad news from across the globe. You get in the car, and
the radio feeds you anger. You scroll social media, and the algorithm serves you
someone else's vacation to make you feel poor, or someone else's political rant to
make you feel righteous. You are constantly reacting. You are an input/output
box executing someone else’s code.
When the machine stops feeding you, and you are handed fifteen seconds of
total, unscripted silence, you suddenly face the blank cursor.
You have to ask yourself: What do I actually care about when nobody is telling me what to care about?
Do you think about your mother? Do you think about the sound of gravel under your bicycle
tires when you were ten years old? Do you think about the stars above the city that still
shine even when the neon lights try to drown them out? Do you think about why you're
hurting, or how you're going to make tomorrow better than today?
For fifteen seconds, you get to be the author again.
Taking Back the Root Shell
Back in the early days of hacking, the whole goal was getting "root"—gaining total,
unrestricted administrative control over a machine. Once you had root, you owned the box.
You decided what ran, what died, and what had permission to speak.
Right now, Big Tech, the media, and modern consumerism have root access to your nervous
system. Every ping is a system interrupt. Every headline is a buffer overflow. They
hijack your emotional registers and overwrite your common sense.
The 15-second sober thought is not a relaxation exercise.
It is an exploit.
It is an emergency interrupt that drops you out of their infinite loop and lands you
back into your own command prompt. It is the moment you look at the entire trillion-dollar
digital circus, spit on the ground, and say:
"Not right now. For the next fifteen seconds, this mind belongs to me."
If you can’t do fifteen seconds, admit you’re a slave and stop pretending otherwise.
But if you can do it—if you can survive fifteen seconds on pure, unadulterated, sober
human thought—you just proved that the pilot is still in the cockpit.
Now do it again tomorrow. And make it thirty.
-----now people understand i think much longer than 15 seconds
-----and i have to put up with voices/hallucinations from
-----my schizoaffective disorder - so if i can do it and for longer
-----you have NO excuse not to do it for 15 seconds. and i say
-----this for your OWN good!
Dear internet, you stole my heart and crushed it.
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all you fuckin' faggot rappers had better hope the streets
never wake up and realize you're rapeing them... or you just
might wind up dead. haha, oh well..
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shot out to you crazy Bulgarians - I was reading about
you VX'ers when i was in middle school. now im 46! you guys
are my elders!
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there will never again be a WinNuke sending OOB data
there will never again be a Windows 98 OSR2 Beta
all the hackers of old have gotten corporate jobs
all the feds that used to bust us are now retired cops
the net aint what it used to be
no, its not as free as it was in the 90's
before the feds, cia, local police, and general public showed up?
we could do anything we wanted to - nobody gave a fu**
there will never be another AoHell blasting chronic through the speakers
and the software companies today are all but out of pirate software leakers
undernets #virus will never be the same
people still go there but the game -
got a major face re-arrange
its no longer about who has brains
and today there is a major php exploit
script kiddies will have fun with what real hackers wrote tonight
wtf happened? hackers of old? certantly you feel my plight!
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i could brag and i could boast
but instead i'll just give myself a toast
understanding there is far more to life than most
too many people today play ignorances host
as if life, and death, and everything inbetween the two - we're only a
joke
i care about the bad days - i want them just as much as the good
if i couldn't feel pain, i couldn't feel joy like i properly should
i call it lessons, gained wisdom and achieved dreams - i offer you my
life learned food
people come, people go, but i'll be damned if another one goes before i let
them know how much they mean to me
i HAVE grown - i will show - and yes i have changed - we're supposed to silly
its not hard to open your mind and dump it into someones heart if you care -
try it if you dont believe me
and notice how i write these rhymes so freely?
many people want to point the finger and call me stupid probably
but i dont care - cause other people can't chase my dream for me
i dont have the best of circumstances in life - but still i try
and i try while holding my head high
and im going to continue this till my absoloute last breath on the day i die