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"I've decided to talk to ghosts," I declared one morning to my wife. "I'm done trying to make friends with the living," my undeniable logic rattled around my mind as I'm hand a cup of tea first thing in the morning. "Where you dreaming again?" My wife enquires as I place my cup on top of the recently assembled Ouija board coffee table at my bedside. "No," I think it over for a moment, I dream about departed family and friends bur this didn't inspire my decision, "social media." The online undead no longer interest me. Having lost interest in current society I decided to revisit what lay beyond the living world. My wife smiled assuring, "if you're going to Ouija maybe we befriend a ghost dog for Christmas." A ghost dog, how curious. No my motivation either. I'm done with the living, you need to die to become interesting to me. The digital age is ruin, current culture is ruin and the millennial muppets can whatever the fuck they want when I'm dead and gone bur until then shut the fuck up and do as you're told. Cheers to the departed, you can connect with us using Ouija media.