If you make a product that you have to manipulate people into buying, maybe it’s a piece of shit and you’re and even bigger piece of shit. Your boss is probably a fetid old piece of shit which has dried and stuck to the side of the bowl for decades - the morbid husk of a once human thing that exists only to steal the fruits of Labor. Yet even the boss covets the power of the Great Rich Ones whom they serve in the hopes that they will be elevated to their number. The Great Rich Ones, possessed of insatiable greed and unfathomable indifference, travelling in relative silence behind the shadows cast by our world like titanic fecaliths unlit by the sun, pulling smaller objects into their crushing embrace. At the center of this madness is Assathoth, the blind idiot God, whose benighted diarrhea-dipped tentacles guide the Market from angles beyond perception and weave the waking nightmare of our capitalist reality.

Uh anyways fuck ads.