stimuli

Great beings have come to pass, and greats are in the making. Do you think that one day greatness will exist no longer? That sounds like something a pessimist, a proponent of smallness, would say. In reality I’m no good pessimist, so I can’t confirm. My ego doesn’t allow it for long, oh the misery. Mystery.

Mystery is so trifling to the all-knowing. And the all-knowing knows I don’t know it all. It’s not trifling to me at all. My thoughts, masquerading themselves as my ego. Identity theft is a crime, the brain a criminal. The new gangsta on the block, the NG.

Scientists say that the brain is new in evolution. That’s why we’re flexing our smarts on the dumbs. The intellect. The shiny new thing. All people have it, some don’t know they do. The ones that know, they flex. Mental orgasms, not really. Then the post *** hits. The ambitious sore losers go home to study the urban dictionary. Now they’ll see what I’m made of. I’m oozing smartness. That’s what they think at least, but they’re two neurons behind.

The real geeks are the smarties, they will never tell you that, though. They’re intellectual, not geeks. That’s for losers, ahem 79 IQ troglodytes. This is all conjecture by the way. I’m probably talking the most shit.

The shiny object syndrome, it’s no joke when I say that intellectualism has become the target of this condition. I swear that the ego gets well fed by this. And guess what? I’ve seen it from a 1st person perspective. I know it feels good for a moment. But many people don’t experience the post *** clarity afterwards. What you gonna do? Have they become desensitised to the sharpness of their own blades? Cutting shallow but infectious wounds upon their psyche? Regenerating but never fully healing? Yet again cutting with the sharpness upon the wounds? F*ck.