March 2, 2010
It goes nowhere . It's the truth. We berceons illusions by claiming that life is sacred but it is as vain as death. I live as if it was the end of the world. I did not really wrong because it goes nowhere either. A survival instinct urges me to stay alive and mirrors remind me that I really am. A great philosopher said, "You're not your job, you are not your bank account or your fucking lattice" and blah blah blah ... But what am I then? Why is it that I can not pretend that all was well? In my world a big dick Donald, babies are deformed and it is strongly advised to wear a gas mask. My world is no worse than yours. It's a big disgusting but he assumes it. It looks opposite him.
It goes nowhere . It's the truth. We berceons illusions by claiming that life is sacred but it is as vain as death. I live as if it was the end of the world. I did not really wrong because it goes nowhere either. A survival instinct urges me to stay alive and mirrors remind me that I really am. A great philosopher said, "You're not your job, you are not your bank account or your fucking lattice" and blah blah blah ... But what am I then? Why is it that I can not pretend that all was well? In my world a big dick Donald, babies are deformed and it is strongly advised to wear a gas mask. My world is no worse than yours. It's a big disgusting but he assumes it. It looks opposite him.
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