Software as a Sociopath

I don't need some computer telling me what to think, what to feel

Faux Comrades,

I woke up this past Sunday morning, having slept exceedingly well.

Saturday had been my last night at my job.

The restaurant where I’ve been working for the past three years closed its doors for the last time on Saturday night.

Exhale.

I pulled the French press from the fridge, poured myself a cup of cold coffee & went and sat in the backyard to take in some sun.

I ate my usual protein bar and drank my cold coffee and basked.

It felt pretty dang good to be alive.

At a certain point, I took out my phone and looked at emails.

I noticed one email from Facebook said an old friend had posted a reel.

Hmmm, I thought.

It’s Sunday morning, I’m unemployed, I’ve got time.

I deleted Facebook off my phone many years ago, but I still got the gram, so I went over there and looked to see if that reel would pop up.

When I opened the gram, hoping to see said reel, I realized I was gonna have to use the search function to find that friend.

I hit the little magnifying glass icon—what we used to call a “Sherlock Hemlock” in my family—and suddenly I was presented with images of Ringo Starr, Emma Stone, Bob Dylan and what appeared to be a some AI generated cleavage.

Fake boobies.

Faux buxom bosom.

Maybe Epstein was in there.

Maybe some of it (them) were real.

I gave up the search.

I scrolled down a hair and stopped on an image, some kind of life hack thing, and it said:

“you should stay off your phone for the first hour of the day.”

“Focus on the creative.”

So I finished my coffee, went inside and started playing guitar.

And then this idea kinda came to me.

I hit record on my phone (damned if ya do) and captured this performance: (Listen in the player below.)

This was at 9:30 in the morning two days ago—daylight savings confusion etc.

Two days later, I’m sharing it with you as track 7 of Volume 14 of “From the Mixed Up Files of Mr. Matthew T Schindler.”

The song is called “Software as a Sociopath.”

Lord, my guitar was buzzing a lot, but I wanted to share this performance, because I don’t need some computer telling me what to do.

I hope you like this idea.

I remain your humble servant,

OX&C,

Faux Jean

p.s. Still looking for that friend.

Here are the lyrics:

Man I don’t need some computer to tell me what to think
what to feel
I don’t need some computer to tell me how I slept last night
I mean, like,
Did I even sleep last night?
Did I even?
Did I even?
Did I even sleep last night?
Man I don’t know
I think I did
think that felt like 8 hours
Eight and a half
Or
Is the sun out in the sky?
Well it’s burning like a fire
Burning in the sky
Would you look at those fake boobies?
Almost as good as the real thing
Man I don’t need some computer generated naked ‘toon
to tell me what to do or feel
I don’t need that
Man I just
Did I even sleep last night?
This fckn data fetish man
I don’t need that shit, man
I just want to live my life
like an organic beast
Woke up
just gotta respect
respect my dark side
What we’re trying to do is, we’re tryin’ reframe original sin, man
we’re trying to reframe it, that’s all
trying to tell the other side
there’s a new story now it’s ahh
this story is about
it’s got nothing to do with data
it’s got nothing to do with that it’s just
Yeah Yeah! ha ha ha
Man I don’t need some computer to tell me what to think
or make me feel or what
It’s like Software as a Sociopath
See man?
I don’t need that
I just wanna live my life
I mean I don’t need to look at no computer to know
if the sun is in the sky
Yeah, it’s burning up there
there’s a fire in the sky
I’m here, I’m just down on Earth trying to live my
Trying to live my life
I don’t need some computer to tell me what to think

credits

from From the Mixed Up Files of Mr. Matthew T. Schindler, Volume 14, track released November 4, 2025
Words and music by Matty Schindler, aka Faux Jean

recorded as an improvisation Sunday, Nov 2 20025, at 9:38 a.m.