what will i do? we all know [[and i refuse to speak for the painfully ignorant]] that we have no hope in hell of becoming what you want us[[humans]] and what i want us to be...... perhaps we're too idealistic? either way, i'll spend my life from here on looking for the right people and travelling... as a vagabonds' life is the one that i find most appealing.... at this point. but our future is not written in stone, at least not personally. as a whole, the human race does have a fate. seclusion and fear. mwahahahahahah
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indeed. but we transcend the rights of unity in the complacent confines of affluence. growing and mutating beyond and before all the steps we skipped just because they didn't look "appealing". it's all an illusion. a man can think he has worth. then a car spinning out of control at 60 miles per hour in the rain, gliding gracefully across a crowded sidewalk, can tell him otherwise as he becomes 1 number of 9 that we killed on impact. the eulogy can be consuming, but it is just a farcical human ritual to allocate and release. we are nothing. will be nothing. even the eye of the beholder is a passing moment. ethereal, ephemeral, irrelevant.
what 3v3r force there is out there that somehow maintains flow and meaning, in this ignominious, raging gutter of waste, defies reason. and as such, it is completely useless in the long run. we are on our own, brother. good luck on your vagrant journey.
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we all know [[and i refuse to speak for the painfully ignorant]] that we have no hope in hell of becoming what you want us[[humans]] and what i want us to be...... perhaps we're too idealistic?
either way, i'll spend my life from here on looking for the right people and travelling... as a vagabonds' life is the one that i find most appealing.... at this point. but our future is not written in stone, at least not personally. as a whole, the human race does have a fate. seclusion and fear. mwahahahahahah
[[it's too early to try and make sense of this ramble]]
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but we transcend the rights of unity in the complacent confines of affluence.
growing and mutating beyond and before all the steps we skipped just because
they didn't look "appealing".
it's all an illusion.
a man can think he has worth.
then a car spinning out of control at 60 miles per hour in the rain, gliding gracefully across a crowded sidewalk, can tell him otherwise as he becomes 1 number of 9 that we killed on impact.
the eulogy can be consuming, but it is just a farcical human ritual to allocate and release.
we are nothing. will be nothing. even the eye of the beholder is a passing moment.
ethereal, ephemeral,
irrelevant.
what 3v3r force there is out there that somehow maintains flow and meaning, in this ignominious, raging gutter of waste, defies reason.
and as such, it is completely useless in the long run.
we are on our own, brother.
good luck on your vagrant journey.
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better get on it then, the clock is ticking.
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in this, we are similar.
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