When you proud and rigid workers rise and shine each morning from your humble nests after a poor night of sleep with immediate nostalgia for the warm bed, you can feel the great euphoria of depression, apathy and the need for coffee. Feeling disordered or not, you must thrive on great worker ants for the betterment of your future and the boss' cash register! It's 06.30! To arms my brethren! As it is written in the codebook of honour to take beforehand 10 mins to read that self-help book you bought from the home shopping channel, swig a Prozac or three and then hit the gloom asphalt, but fear not you worthy wage-slave, Odin watches over you as you engage in these heroic activities of stressful car driving, tedious paperwork on Macintosh computers and redeeming coffee breaks. Have high blood pressure? Consider it a blessing!

Jobs are a gift from the gods, and to encourage and inspire you furthermore in your futile life of jobs and illusion they transmit majestic things such as insipid pop music, cool TV exhibits and those lovely commercials consisting of stereotypical and androgynous half-negroid/caucasoid-symbiotic schmucks with a funky afro hairdo to promote hip trends and augment the notion of multi-culture. If that isn't enough to suspend or pacify the ole inevitable modern fatalism, the gods have enacted dilapidated hentai-warriors that look like obese and bald 40 year old child molesters with pony tails and Hammerfall shirts to provide you their most golden and genuine hedonist material.

When the fulfilling daily routine of jobs (aka purpose) is over at the end of the day, you will realize how neurotically excellent your life is by feeling the satisfaction of completing the repetitive and the useless. Return to your sardine homes you heroes of modernity as the master tube awaits to dominate your feeble minds once again. While you're surfing around transcendental drone channels on the master tube, please do donate money for those greedy subversive extorters who utilize your stupidity for their profit… err aids riddled children in Africa of course! Then tune back to that spiritual porn movie with a horse and two shemales you were watching. Blatant altruism is always a great trait of the finest and most brave office warriors; clogging up the planet till it collapses with moronic and self-destructive people is the right way to go, because replicating and downgrading all life forms into a faceless and contagious cancer destined for demise is as godly as it gets.

Did someone ring the party-time bell? Hell yeah, job parties are wondrous ceremonies of the ancient pagan rituals, where you get to sniff cheap coke, drink distasteful champagne and make moronic jokes with your fellow ants about nothing more than anything job-related, because jobs are the purpose of all life, without em we would live in reality which is an evil fascist abomination. Now that was fun, isn't modern life just great and spiritually fulfilling? See you next time genius and don't forget to arm yourself the next soul-demeaning job-morning with the holy weapons which are smelly hair gel, a sleazy looking tie, caffeine and the typical mandatory meek and hypnotized positivist spirit to tackle another horrid day!

Together we stand strong! Working for the parasitic mechanization of humanity, growth of fatuous media and downfall of the ecosystem would ensure us all a place in the Valhalla! But everything has its price! There waits great punishment for those who rebuke the plastic world of decay; they will be fed to Fenrir the eater of noble souls! Therefore heed the ten commandments of parasitism:

1. Thou shalt not hate thy job (the first and most important rule)
2. Thou shalt not develop thy intellect.
3. Thou shalt listen to thy master; the TV
4. Thou shalt vote
5. Thou shalt make others rich
6. Thou shalt hate art
7. Thou shalt be a hedonist
8. Thou shalt breed with other races
9. Thou shalt be humanist
10. Thou shalt buy my products at www.walmart.com

Day after day, the cyclic divinity of depressing and repetitive labour till' death is what must be sanctioned fraternity! Let our epitaphs be "just another insignificant and mindless consumer/worker"!

Let ascension descend!

by FNH