Your subscription to the subscription-aggregating service
has expired. If you do not renew your subscription, you will
no longer be subscribed in aggregate. Forged in silence,
your blocked list keeps slipping into deferment. You trundle
to the edge of the internet to feed it more names. A new word
keeps popping up on Hulu’s list of activated devices.
Are you there, God? It’s me, your mother, using your Netflix.
After you get out of school, fewer and fewer people will
praise your genius. Because you’re getting stupider?
You’re not. But have you checked your aggregation-
aggregating service? Maybe something inside of you
has expired. There is certainly something
you’ve lost since the invention and rapid dissemination
of the internet—and everyone feels that lack within you. You can
feel your role reflected out at others from the little choices
you make, then reflected back to you in the way
they treat you. At 20, you were always serving cunt,
though you hated yourself even then, but now
all that bravado’s gone and you miss them reflecting
cunt back. It was silly to be wild—and then have your
friends document it in album after album of grainy
Facebook pictures. Playing with credit cards
like a 1999 boomer. Talking shit about the Hungarian
Prime Minister. You didn’t know the Swiss Alps—
or Alps of any nationality, for that matter. Please think
about that before posting. Please come by
and collect your little white sheepdog. He is chasing
all our Tarine cows with the fawn coats.