I have noticed a reoccurring issue with the dbd reply culture and I have decided to give it an indepth analysis on the reasons behind this, the culture different by design has established, the general feelings toward the topic and possible solutions. Firstly the causes (from my perspective): Anti intellectualism: In the words of Blaise Pascal: "The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me" the same sentiment can be held by me when my writings on Kafka are ignored. What better aid to the draconian hegemony dbd has set up than to speak consistently of bark fart and "homosexuals" than me and my kafka essays and prose. Deliberately misleading by the so called "managers" One can invoke an image of a Panopticon with the managers placed in a watchtower and the chatters in the place of the inmates. Without the knowledge if they are being watched or not the chatters are on their best behaviour out of fear repeating the shared slogans "The DO" along with "My jiggling butt gummies" promoted by dbd relentlessly. And nobody notes how I talk about Kafka's G.B. Kent & Sons comb that was uncovered in 2001 and how he was autistic which is becsuse that prose is abstract from said shape. ANYONE who is my friend or I personally like is a part of said abstract shape, the rejection of conventional norms. Me writing this essay draws parallels to Ulrich from Musil's a man without qualities. Onto my next point. Hatsune Miku is the figurehead behind the chatroom. This is evident considering the drivel this morning on if British people were real or not because Miku claimed to dislike them. If you really wish to follow the words of Hatsune Miku you would listen to my rants because I am from donegal. But akin to Miku's your Vacuous words fall flat and your refusal to follow through with her words via anything but ideological speak leaves me merely sharing my wisdom neglected, which in any case is the equivalent of going down to Dongeal and pitchcapping me for speaking of my humble joys. One can draw parallels to One can draw parallels to ideological taylorism. Efficiency for big manage is when nobody speaks on Kafka. Why pin your purely hollow dislike of the english and concepts of good songwriting to her when you can promote my kafka rants and my sincere animosity towards the limeys, not to mention I have written and produced both a kafka rap and beatbox for you all. The people behind the figurehead of miku share apathy and enjoy ridicule of people such as me who have spoken out against dbd reply culture and it has therefore become a shared notion. Free speech is being silenced in this chatroom. To evoke more imagery in the words of Albert Camus Place me in the role of Sisyphus, I push the boulder up the hill; or to more namely speak comment to no avail on dbd. Can one imagine me happy? No. Camus was lying and he had nothing to back up his imagery faced with the real world. The trials and tribulations of Sisyphus (Aoife) outweigh any relief he may have felt. Moreso to analyse perhaps dbd is scared of my Kafka rants. Akin to how Herbert Graf was scared of the horse that's lowhanging fruit I quit my essay now. And now onto MY Definitive Panacea, Reply to my Kafka rants more ❤️❤️ love me ❤️❤️ read the metamorphosis ❤️❤️ This is satire Obviouslyyyuhhh
Me: Awww Kafka is that your hairbrush? Kafka: Ja :3 Me: Did you use it to brush your hair? Kafka: Ja :3 Me: Can we see the inprints of your little fingers? Kafka (wagging his tail): Ja :3 Me: did you hold it oddly? Kafka: *jumps up on me* Ja :3 Me: No. Down Franz.
