Seriously though, what happens? Does it just delete all your stuff? Does Tom Fulp magically appear in your house to comfort you with a panini? Do you unlock an achievement like "CONGRATULATIUONS! YOU WIN!" My inner child sees that button and wonders if it's just a massive psychological trick, like does it lead to another page that makes fun of you for trying to escape?

Weird jokes aside, I do wish there was a Facebook-esque temporary deactivation button so that you can take mental breaks or hide your identity from fascist regimes. Perhaps just a setting that makes your main page invisible but keeps your work intact? I've deactivated my Facebook account, feels good to leave it but I know my data is still there. One day I'll log back into Facebook and download all my happy cat videos and old pictures so that I can leave that digital hell scape and never return to their addictive platform and all the manipulative political shit it does. Current global affairs leaves me to wonder if safety will soon become an issue for me. I've always been super open here about my experiences and feelings, to a fault. Would be rather peaceful to just disappear quietly...

Oh mystery button, grant me the freedom I crave. Grant me the wisdom of not giving a shit anymore. "Request" is such an interesting word, what does it even mean? Does clicking that button summon a therapist? I am so fucking curious, can someone link me to the blog post that Tom definitely made when that button was implemented so that I don't have to google it myself? FUCK IT, I'M GOING TO GOOGLE IT MYSELF D:<

Oh fuck, that's actually a legitimately sad webpage. NOW I'M SAD. I guess I have no choice but to go watch John Oliver because his content literally never makes me sad about anything. John Oliver has a way with happy-fun-time content that always makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. There is nothing John Oliver can say that can ever bring me down, he is my rock in hard times! He is the joy that brightens my day!

Nevermind, everything is broken. This species is hellbent on making everything worse, there is no god, we are the makers of our own destruction. Everything is fucked, humanity is a paradoxical word that simultaneously represents evil and benevolence but more often than not it represents pure ignorance. I jumped on Reddit yesterday at 4:00 AM to see a video from Pakistan involving recent tensions, escalations, and attacks. The video was nothing the average person hasn't seen through a screen before, just a child with his head blown open, dead and rag-dolled while people held his lifeless body. There is a sort of peace that comes from ignorance, digging your head in the sand. For some there is an illusion that some kind of paradise awaits us when we die but I simply believe in an endless slumber. If heaven requires the knowledge that some of us get to party while children are bombed or dying of hunger somewhere else then none of us deserve peace. A paradise far away from all the suffering is just another escape that solves nothing. We are all monsters.

Oh mystery button, what things could I accomplish if I wasn't here making dumb electronic music? What things could our species accomplish if we didn't need to suffer at the hands of each other? In America we print "In God We Trust" on our currency; dirty paper and coin that buys weapons, enables slavery, and provides ignorance from the cold hard realities that humans perpetuate. A few individuals hold enough of that currency to provide genuine benevolence, lasting peace, education for the masses but it's still just paper, coin, and an unspoken agreement that it represents the toil, sweat, blood, and tears of an oppressed person somewhere else. Fuck our species, fuck our ignorance, fuck our "freedom." Those of us that have studied history see the signs, conflict is always in our future because it is always in our nature.

OH, FUCK YOU ISAYAMA. I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A FUN MANGA ABOUT BIG PEOPLE EATING LITTLE PEOPLE... oh. Oh wait... that's the metaphor. It's always about big people eating little people... what the fuck is this blog even about? Damn I wish that button could summon a therapist.