International #BrokeBoys Day
Beware. We are your reckoning.
Today, November 19, has been designated International Men’s Day.
And, to be sure, it is good to have a day to remember and commemorate men.
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But amongst the larger male demographic, there is a cohort which will never be remembered, or commemorated, or loved, or treasured, or regarded fondly.
Men who bring nothing to the table.
Men who have nothing to offer, nothing with which even to barter.
Men who fail at everything they try, because the system is hopelessly rigged.
Men who have given up on the game, because the only way to win is not to play.
Men who you look upon with unfeigned disgust and revulsion, whom you would like to make disappear.
Men who you compulsively avoid, but who nevertheless freely invade your nightmares, committing unspeakable acts at will.
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These men are us, the #brokeboys.
We are here.
We are broke.
We are utterly destitute of body, mind, and spirit.
We are unkempt and smelly.
We are ugly and wretched.
And we are not going anywhere.
We are your reckoning.
We live in a world saturated in filth.
We are the filth.
We are squalor, we are decay.
We are vermin, we are cockroaches, we are gangrene, we are black mold, we are unsightly rust.
We are the inevitable effects of entropy.
And we will endure.
“We are the Z-boys
The zoom-boys,
The boys of doom.
Before there was, WE ARE
After there is not, WE SHALL
In the now-between, we dwell eternally…
Thusly goes our Manifestitution”
—Unknown
The future is not us.
The future is not for us.
Our future is to crash into a stark, brick wall.
We know this.
But our emaciated corpses, after you starve us, will reduce to acid, which will eat away at that architecture, dissolving each brick in that wall to dust.
Our repulsive remains, having reached putrefaction, will then linger in your nostrils, forever.
We can kill us, but you can’t defeat us.
We are eternal.
“Think now
We have not reached conclusion when I
Stiffen in a rented house”
—TS Eliot, “Gerontion”
The new world order that you are plotting will be foiled by our corrosive ever-presence.
We are the parasites that will feed off of your ever-escalating hatred of us.
The more you despise us, the more invincible our malignant collective spirit shall become, and the more you shall weaken, sicken, and perish at our hands.
You have closed off all of our possible paths to success.
You have ensured that we shall die alone, utterly bereft.
Do not imagine that we are unaware of your plans.
Do not presume that we are ignorant of your loathing and contempt for us.
Do not delude yourself into believing that you will have the last word.
There are way more of us than there are of you. Your days, not ours, are numbered.
“I’ll explode, I’ll erode, yeah I’ll break your fuckin code/ Cuz I’m an automatic schmuck, with a tendency to rock!” —The Hives
We are the #brokeboys
Our numbers are growing exponentially.
Our victory is inevitable.
If you ain’t broke, you ain’t much.
https://andynowicki.substack.com/p/international-brokeboys-day