It Could Be Worse 00
May. 11th, 2012 11:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trust_the_fuckhead This Entry is a tentative example of writing for Spider Jerusalem. If accepted into Vatheon, something fairly similar to this would likely be the first issue of a semi-weekly article, currently given the prototype name of "It Could Be Worse". Spider will continue to write if there at all seems to be an audience for it, and even more so if that audience seems to hate him. His goal in writing is to make people think, to get them out of their little shells, and to ask the hard questions. That, or he writes to punish the wicked. Either one really. I plan on keeping his text for his articles formatted as it appears here, in courier, black, and "big". Note, the default stylings of the journal means that it may still appear differently in a community post.
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a Journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
Last week I was born again.
Not in a religious sense, fuck no. I landed in a strange world, wet, cold and naked. Nothing from the place I came from mattered beyond how it shaped me to enter this one.
The mammals out there in the audience know what I'm talking about.
So here I am, taken from my home in The City, and dropped here in the land where nothing matters. None of the rather serious shit I was dealing with back home has any affect here. None of the banal bullshit going on here will ever have an effect when I go home.
A brand new life.
And what a new life this is! Every need provided for! No hunger, no homelessness, and with a touch of the coral, no disease. We are told that we are effectively immortal here, that we will be brought back less than a week after our death! Is this not liberating? With all worldly needs taken care of, with even death a fear of the past, who can deny the fact that we are free to spend out lives in pursuit of whatever art or entertainment we could want? What an astounding new freedom to live a life solely dedicated to what you want to do without need to work mindlessly to afford menial, petty, mortal things.
"If you are not paying for it, you're not the customer; you're the product being sold." Sure. This seems like freedom, like paradise. Quite the gilded cage we're in.
Just what will happen if any of you produce offspring in this world-disconnected?
My name is Spider Jerusalem, and I am a Journalist. I write articles for a living. I write about the things that make us, society as a whole, great. I write about the things that make us pathetic and disgusting and worthless.
I write about The Truth.
Last week I was born again.
Not in a religious sense, fuck no. I landed in a strange world, wet, cold and naked. Nothing from the place I came from mattered beyond how it shaped me to enter this one.
The mammals out there in the audience know what I'm talking about.
So here I am, taken from my home in The City, and dropped here in the land where nothing matters. None of the rather serious shit I was dealing with back home has any affect here. None of the banal bullshit going on here will ever have an effect when I go home.
A brand new life.
And what a new life this is! Every need provided for! No hunger, no homelessness, and with a touch of the coral, no disease. We are told that we are effectively immortal here, that we will be brought back less than a week after our death! Is this not liberating? With all worldly needs taken care of, with even death a fear of the past, who can deny the fact that we are free to spend out lives in pursuit of whatever art or entertainment we could want? What an astounding new freedom to live a life solely dedicated to what you want to do without need to work mindlessly to afford menial, petty, mortal things.
"If you are not paying for it, you're not the customer; you're the product being sold." Sure. This seems like freedom, like paradise. Quite the gilded cage we're in.
Just what will happen if any of you produce offspring in this world-disconnected?
