get out of the Matrix

If that can be so easy for escaping reality most of people would think like that, but the truth is you must stop dreaming and face it

Let me out of here, Am I alone?

Eat, sleep, shit, shower, shave, shine…repeat. Oh, and pay your taxes. There’s just got to be more to this than that…and a better way of explaining it than using four letter words…help!

This matrix thing is really pissing me off, i found a hole in the wall which got me out, but they sealed it up and I ran head first into concrete, damn you alien enslavers!!!!

How can i escape the Matrix?

now its time for me to get out before i get trapped. i know where the entrance is into this place but it isnt any exit. so, i know that i must talk to the oracle.

Is absolutely possible for anyone that chooses to make it a priority. Period.

It deserves to be in all caps. I gave notice long ago, helped hire and train my replacement, and today is my last day in the cubicle. I will do everything in my power to make that a permanent condition. Maybe someday, I’ll be so far removed from this lifestyle that I will cease to relate to Dilbert cartoons and movies like Office Space. How delightful.

I’m not leaving for 8 weeks, but due to a recent corporate re-shuffle, I wanted to save some people here the trouble of making big plans for my ever-expanding role… effort that wouldn’t be spent if they had all the information. Now they do. A weight is lifted from me. And I’m one step closer to The Leap Of Faith.

But the most dreadfull part about this whole thing is the emotional syntax and how “people” think they can put you through some mess because of their own inabiltiy to deal with their meat puppet mentality and their false idols, molded into their brains through the advertising and media, thrown in our faces. It feels like I’m being raped everytime I step outside. Back to the meat puppet point. I made mistakes when I was younger, but I’ve paid my dues and know better now, even though the sickness comes back all the friggin time. It doesn’t even feel like I’m thinking when this happens, yet my emotions try and tell me it’s real and attempts to couple up with my ego. Like the feeling of something crawling on your face before you go to sleep, very tiresome. Then I have to wait for the emotional message to disband, like a ringing in the ears. There’s so much more to say about family life, social networks, the value system of living. The fact my internet likes to disconnect itself before I finish typing this, as though 15 minutes of typing doesn’t count for active use.