Hold back? What's the point. Afraid of offending someone? Never. Not anymore. Not If you stop caring. Once you stop, you're done. So fuck you. Why? Because you're wasting your time. So am I. What good are a few hundred words typed launching into the world? None. What good are you doing by reading them? None. Let me waste my own time, don't let me waste yours. You do enough of that without my help. Watching television? What sadistic irony. The development of household televisions brought such hope to a generation; they thought they could educate people inside their homes. Well they reached the people, but it's the opposite to education. Brainwashing? Too much credit. Garbage. It's like the penny disintegrating in the bottom of a glass of Coca-Cola, except that penny is your mind: rotting at the bottom of a jar full of shit. How else can you waste your time? Go buy something. Anything. Of your own free will? Hardly. Somebody, somewhere, sometime told you to buy that. And you did. Pathetic, aren't you? Aren't we? Who's in charge now? I'd say think, but we all know how much of our thoughts are really our own. Don't you? You think you do. But who told you to think that. Are you confused? Is the web spinning faster than the spider in the middle? Do you care? Should you. Should any of us? What is blissful ignorance; ignorant bliss. Nice isn't it. Or are you aware? Too ignorant to be aware? It's nice, isn't it. Wasting time? Open your mouth. That's a waste. But we all think we've got something important to say. Who decided what was important and what was benign? How did it develop? Who cares? Nobody. So fuck off.