About yenrab.net

I would speculate that yenrab.net is the easiest way to install malware onto my personal device. I am copying and pasting code and I am not proof-reading! Perhaps this website loses to that fishing link I fell for earlier this year? I opened my gums to nefarious digital hooks: sent a photo of myself holding ID, watched the $'s stumble down red, begged the world (CommBank scam support) a favour. I have no one to blame but myself. Good thing it is the year of the Fire Horse and I am a Being of Infinite Potential, capable and willing to embrace the world for all its faults, failures, features and fantastic attributes. Also, I was already in the process of changing banks at the time and so had little to lose. Bad Big Four! Entrenchment of fossil fuel industries. Is what it is. It is the mighty march of progress and we must march onwards. What better time to vote with my money than when I have no money? I can say ridiculous things and get away with them because I can’t afford the billboards.

I am joking about the billboard thing. Billboards are redundant. It’s all about digital real-estate. Eyeballs. Imagine… everyone’s wearing iGlasses. I rent out my forehead to some transnational AI-empowered marketing firm that utilises live-data tracking to place a personally targeted ad right there smack bang on my forehead. My third eye is the optimal engagement asset. I’ll be talking to them like woah, they’re really listening hard to me right now! Then I’ll be like wait I think they’re locked into some forehead ad. I should really turn this off at family dinner. I am grateful for the NSW mental health plan!

I am voting for the extirpation of caged eggs before the proposed 2036 cutoff date. I am voting for organic, pasture-raised, pasture-slaughtered and locally sourced animal products. I am voting for the regulation of algorithm-driven, advertiser-funded and entirely apathetic transnational entertainment firms that coerce the social base away from efficacious human engagement, instead prioritising bestial behaviours that reduce social relations to #'s and leave this planet not just physically warmer but socially weaker.

Currently, I am embracing the pen and writing (typing) myself into the future. Soon I will embark on an adventure to Uluru. I do not know when this will occur. It all depends on the emotional wellbeing of all involved parties. I myself feel emotionally well. Less stunted than I once was. Not necessarily thriving. Sort of like optimistic soldier who still finds themselves on the third or fourth wave of what the pile of stacking bodies only metres ahead would indicate is likely a futile effort. I am the man in the arena.

About yenrab.net

I would speculate that yenrab.net is the easiest way to install malware onto my personal device. I am copying and pasting code and I am not proof-reading! Perhaps this website loses to that fishing link I fell for earlier this year? I opened my gums to those digital hooks: sent a photo of myself holding ID, watched the $'s stumble into to red, begged the world (ComBank scam support) a favour. I have no one to blame but myself. Good thing it is the year of the Fire Horse and I am a Being of Infinite Potential, capable and willing to embrace the world for all it's faults, failures and fantastic attributes. Also, I was already in the process of changing banks at the time I was rid of all coin. The entrenchment of fossil fuel industries in the ‘Big Four’s’ investment portfolios is frankly, what it is. It is the mighty march of progress and we must march onwards. What better time to vote with my money than when I have no money? I can say ridiculous things and get away with it because I couldn’t afford the billboard in the first place. I am joking about the billboard thing, they are redundant. Digital real-estate. Eyeballs. Imagine when everyone’s wearing iGlasses and I can rent out my forehead to some transnational AI-empowered marketing firm that utilises live-data tracking to place a personally targeted ad. My third eye is the optimal for engagement. I’ll be talking to them like woah, they’re really listening hard to me right now! Then I’ll be like wait I think they’re locked into some forehead ad. I should really turn this off during therapy. I am grateful for the NSW mental health plan!

I am voting for the extirpation of caged eggs before the proposed 2036 cutoff date. I am voting for organic, pasture-raised, pasture-slaughtered and locally sourced animal products. I am voting for the restriction of algorithm-driven, advertiser-funded and entirely apathetic transnational entertainment firms that coerce the social base away from efficacious human engagement, instead prioritising bestial behaviours that reduce social relations to #'s and leave this planet not just physically warmer but socially weaker. Currently, I am embracing the pen and writing (typing) myself into the future. Soon I will embark on an adventure to Uluru. I do not know when this will occur. It all depends on the emotional wellbeing of all involved parties. I myself feel emotionally well. Less stunted than I once was. Not necessarily thriving. Sort of how you'd think of an optimistic soldier who still finds themselves on the third or fourth wave of what the pile of stacking bodies only metres ahead would indicate is likely a futile effort. I am the man in the arena.