Obituum AIMLocalypticum

I’m abandoning Substack.

I’m not only leaving ship because my feed is a fukkin’ shitshow of pretentious-assed social media wankery like Facebook was in the early half of the twenties. I’m leaving because I’m afraid.

I’m afraid of my artistry as a genuine fukkin’ lunatic with genuine fukkin’ trauma being misinterpreted not only by the users, but by the machine as well. I feel hated, both online and in real life. Examining my sins and ethical imperfections with rigorous scrutiny, I know I deserve it not.

Perhaps my trauma speaks to me then, and I’m to go down a martyr. However I doubt that this is the platform where I’ll get my message across. I might continue by hand.

Just imagine a fat sack sack of shit with long metalhead/hippie hair and a beat-up pair of dorky glasses hanging upside-diwn on a cross as though he were Fat Metal Jesus. I’m that disappointed. I find the internet is as dead as I.

Near.

For the record: I needed help.