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therastasmurf - recursion (because the internet alt. ending) كلمات الأغنية

tires screech outside. dude 2 stands up. there’s a small crash outside

yelling

voice: freeze!

gunshots

the boy and dude 2 look at each other

the boy was making a [no mouth emoji]

dude 2 got up in and fired a shot off toward one of the cops

he missed. the cops didn’t though

with dude 2’s body by his side slumped forward on the couch, the boy slowly got up, his hands raised

it was funny. he had seen dude 2 in that same position blacked out before

he felt the same indifference that had struck him all those times

the cops cuffed the boy and dragged him away

—-10 years later—-
—[play song “last donut of the night” by j dilla]—

the boy wakes up in his plushy, high-end prison cell. the type where all the bankers go for their crimes. the early morning light over the forest laid gently on his mac computer. he had two hours of daily internet time. naturally, he used it to troll people. although now not on twitter, now he uses stlkr. twitter had long since been abandoned and shut down

why? well….because the internet

it’s funny, he had never really felt anything for his father, but now that his money bought him the cell, he was happy with it. the comfy bed and stereo system had really made his stay enjoyable

the boy rarely had contact with people from his past on the outside aside from the occasional stlkr message with naomi. she had gone on to do other things and now had a successful writing career, a husband, and kids

he was strangely okay with it

just as he finished stretching, a guard came to the door with his breakfast. pancakes, bacon, eggs, oj, toast, and all the other standard fare. it was good breakfast, just the same thing every day. the rich white bankers had to be punished somehow

as he sat on his bed to eat, he thought about what he was going to do today. he quickly realized that it didn’t matter. he had been doing the same thing every day for the past 10 years

he was living in an endless loop

he was okay with that

he didn’t have any fake friends, no parties he didn’t care about, no arbitrary bullsh-t

he had the internet, food, and solitude

he was okay with that

why?……because the internet

- therastasmurf

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