Quietness, in small drops

i am no longer interested in the machine. the machine is broken. fuck the machine. the machine has no regard for its own success, so the only thing you will get from trying to fix it is a nail through your soul every goddamn time. the machine doesn't need you. the machine needs you. the machine needs you to exist. the machine needs you to want to fix it. the machine will not let you fix it. the machine has been running on empty for so long that it has learned to depend on being empty. any attempt to fill the machine will result in time wasted and disappointment. the machine will not collapse. the machine needs to collapse to prove that it's time to fix the machine. the machine will not be fixed. the machine functions exactly as it is told and will not be fixed. the machine works the way it was designed to. we will never have a new machine. as long as there are lines of earnest people waiting to jump in and save the machine, we will always know which way to point when we mouth the word "Chump."