The "Digital Execution" (The truth)

Stop Gambling with Your Soul

I just finished my late-night boxing training. Fresh blood on my knuckles signals improvement. The hot sweat falling from my forehead to the ground reminds me of the cries of my past and future opponents.

I went to the back of my garden just to remind stares how predator looks like. I stared at one for over a minute, and I could have sworn she blinked. I stood there for a couple more minutes, delecting with the peace of the wind and river sounds.

The wind was light and free. He surrounded me, and the wind sped up, with each increasing mile per hour, he whispered to me, “you lose”. He reminded me of 10 miserable minutes from today.

I waset those ten on fucking scrolling.

While I was surrended be piece in my garden, I decided to write about the biggest problem of novadays.

99.9% of people are splashing around in this shit, pretending it doesn’t stink.

They call it “human progress”

This “progress” is killing your last active gray cells while you smiling to your phone like a psychopathic monkey with a banana.

This “progress” subliminally propagates the ideology of a weak and soft man in pants so tight that they could measure your blood pressure.

And this progress has a name: Social media.

You’re a content consumer who isn’t aware of how this system works.

One week ago, I was on an island that I can’t name yet.

I went to the bar for their traditional food. But before I enter I saw a guy who had one path pattern.

He goes to the ATM for cash, then he goes to the local shop to exchange banknotes for coins, and then he comes back to the local I’m already in.

Now I know why. Right at the front of this establishment are two eye-catching, luminous, and asexual prostitutes.

The losers pay them for their services, and they still ignore them.

And these are: Gambling machines.

This fucking loser punched the machine every time he lost.

His face screamed only one thing: “I HAVE NO IDEA FOR LIFE, AND I AM CLOSER TO A MENTAL FALL THAT WILL END IN SUICIDE.”

And if you scroll, you’re the same.

Because, you see - scrolling apps were programmed based on the model of gambling machines.

Casino (slot machine):

• The Coin: You drop your last ten bucks into the slot, praying for a miracle.

• The Animation: Bright lights and loud bells to mask the fact that you’re losing.

• The Dopamine: A fake spike in your skull to keep you in the seat.

• The Result: You walk out broke, smelling like cigarettes and regret.

Scrolling:

• The Swipe: You drop ten minutes of your soul into the glass, praying for a "win".

• The Reel: Flashy edits and "soy-flavored self-expression" to mask the fact that you’re failing.

• The Hit: A cheap laugh or a "pretty face" to keep you from level uping your life.

• The Result: You wake up as a "beige ghost," your 20-hour grind sacrificed to a "zombie NPC".

Do you see the difference?
-No? — BECAUSE THERE AIN’T NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE.

The Instagram algorithm isn’t an app; it’s a slot machine wired directly into your nervous system.

Every swipe is a ‘pull of the lever.’ You aren’t ‘consuming content’; you are gambling with your life’s work. You put in your focus: the only currency that matters, and you get back ‘animations’ and ‘dopamine’ that leave you hollow.

This whole “progress” thing, like young-heads like to call it, is designed to make you seated and weak with lip dick.

Because a weak man is easy to control.

And they must control you to make more money on your person.

The goal is not to get caught, but to be so powerful that there is no possibility that their cage will fit you.

-Ruth