I’ve tried to remain integrated in society, I really have. But my anarchoprimitivist self keeps calling me to return to monke. Return to Ted Kacynzski.

I’ve tried to have relationships but they have all been ruined as I can only think of Ted Kacynzski. All my exes complain about my obsession with the Unabomber and I guess its for the best because Ted Kacynzski is the only one for me. The idea of both of us, living in a hut in a jungle, making explosives to destroy modern corrupted society from the inside out via the postal system is the only thing that turns me on anymore. Every night I dream of an anarchoprimitivist society of no technology with Ted Kacynzski as our leader and it makes me wet. I want Ted Kacynzski to be my daddy.

He dominates my every thought. When I cry as I get up to go to work in a modern society where I must use a c\*mputer and t\*chnology Ted Kacynzski is standing next to me to comfort me with one hand, holding a mail package in his other. “Don’t worry darling” he whispers. “Someday we will undo the industrial framework that has corrupted us as individuals and return to a time before the industrial revolution and its catastrophic consequences on the environment and us as human beings, which have been a disaster for the human race. It is not possible to make a LASTING compromise between technology and freedom, because technology is by far the more powerful social force and continually encroaches on freedom through REPEATED compromises.” With these words I nearly orgasm and am able to get through the day and the workweek and return to my hut in the woods where I dream of Ted Kacynzski as I hunt and forage in complete freedom.