I love each and every one of you. You're all special, unique butterflies. Individuals, worthy of any merits you may achieve in your life. It's truly beautiful to live in a generation so flourishing with people that want to think for themselves, do their own thing, and pave their own way in life.

But wow, that's getting god damned tired.

I can't go anywhere without seeing someone trying their damnedest to be snowflakes within a certain genre. No one's interbreeding. When are the preps and the goths going to hybrid? What about emo kids and hip-hop?

Wait, Atmosphere exists. Already happened.

New deal. We quit wearing clothes or listening to music all together. It only ends in pain and separation. If we've got to cover up our bits, then uniforms. Flat black or drab grey, or olive green. Something to demotivate the populace. Individuality's getting boring, it's done to death and destroys innovation. I say we move forwards as a culture, wearing our nifty war-based togs. Cover-alls to keep the dust from the coal mines off of our pasty skin. This sort of destruction of social existence will lead to a rebirth in the thing that people care about most.

Fucking.

It's the thing that we dig as people. We like controlling, and we like fucking. When we fuck something, we control it. It's ours, and in the throes of passion, a lover's not much more than a part of us that serves to bring pleasure. Try and think during an orgasm, see what comes into your mind. If it's not a seering white light that scolds your eyebrows off, you're obviously stagnant. I masturbate better than you--I've since lost every hair follicle on my body to that temptress known as rapture. The climax of life is best viewed as cumming on something sacred to someone else, and knowing that it's gonna leave a stain.

We're getting stupid as people. There are a thousand things with holes, but we can't get laid. The Sub-Genii have been farming squids for those purposes for years, yet people still complain about not being able to get themselves off. They're dual purpose, tools for entrance and exit, the ultimate lovers with eight tentacled arms of compassion. Be you man, they'll clamp to your testicles, massaging your unit lovingly while stroking your taint. Be you woman, they'll perform invasive surgery and rub you in ways you've never been rubbed. Just open your mind and close your eyes, it's all the same. If child molestors had ever found squids, they'd be in better positions than what they're left with.

And positions. Everyone thinks about the mainstays. Doggy style, missionary, cowgirl, but where's the experimentation in that? Even the more subtle and sublime aren't what we need. Sure, it's nice to get action while spooning, but that's a slow burn orgasm. It'll release emotional currents into the air, but we don't need to propogate emotion. The only way to properly and positively effect your neighborhood is to engage in deviant sex. Blow people's minds, just by putting a little thought into it before-hand. Fuck the Kama Sutra, they don't realize the things we have to use today. We have washing machines, toasters, refrigerators, Accords, lightbulbs, genetically engineered sheep. You name it, it'll make things so much more powerful. For every thrust that happens while your lover's eating chocolate cake and holding on to a ceiling fan while you hang from the ceiling by your toes, that's at least one more normal swayed to our side. And we need firepower if we're going to succeed at our mission.

Fuck over Washington, D.C.

No violence, just a massive orgy covering every square inch of the capital. Bodies sprawled over the East Mall, billions of spermatoza floating in the Reflection Pool, it'll be just like Clinton's presidency, except better for us.

If you've never shaved your genitals, you haven't really thought out your options in life.

If you've never exposed yourself to a Jehovah's Witness, then you're reallllllllly missing out. Life's too short to be that boring. With just a little motivation, you can have them leading our life-style, the one where sex is mandatory, 24/7, with anything or anyone that's willing. Have you ever thought out the possibilities we've been given with the invention of the DVD-Rom? No, you haven't.

You see those cables that hook it up inside your computing machine? Just think about it for a second. If you know what to do go ahead, and if you don't know what to do then run away before you drain all the meaning away from the people that this can touch. Hell, if you're not used to driving while masturbating, you're not a fully-functional human being. Go outside, find a tree, and share your love with Mother Nature. Explode on a mulberry bush--you won't talk shit about it later. And never, ever, ever complain about sex, no matter how horrible it is. It's no one's fault but your own that you're incapable of providing accurate thrust to create lift-off. Sex takes one person, two people, three people, you name it you can enjoy it, but it all boils down to every individual giving their all in an attempt to create enough orgasm to rock the foundations of society to the ground.

A little action in a K-Mart dressing room goes a long way towards positive change. If you're a red-blooded American, then you know in your heart that deviant sex MUST become the norm. Never have sex for the sake of reproduction, but always have sex for the sake of the powerful ionic waves you'll be coating everyone in the immediate area with. All your neighbors need to change their mind is you giving your all for the cause.