dought o' dis bery day.

[ithinkimdead]

humans are constantly in one of three states: dead, alone, or confused. none are without advantages.

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[lefthandsignals]

can you be two of those at the same time, like confused that im alone or alone because im alone?

[ithinkimdead]

im thinking alone as in without human contact. ex: if confused about why someone has left you alone, then you're still affected by human contact, while in the type of alone im thinking of you would be completely seperate from humanity and the confusion would be rooted inward. maybe.

[ithinkimdead]

you know... a better way of summing up what i was thinking is with this:

human contact breeds confusion.

the end

[lefthandsignals]

What makes something scary or ugly or cute or funny

[lefthandsignals]

hmm. i think id rather be confused than alone. or dead for that matter.

if we are dead, arent we alone?

(sorry im not all cool writing out really long things.)

[lefthandsignals]

if purity is being damned to eternal solitude, throw me in the mud facefirst because id rather be dead or impure than ignorant, alone, and spotlessly perfect.

[lefthandsignals]

me too. that's what makes us human

[ithinkimdead]

that icon is incredible. brings back memories. more accurately, one memory.

[ithinkimdead]

i guess i feel like that so-called purity is worthless. a person is not only what they start with, but also what they are built up from by society. or something along them lines.

[lefthandsignals]

i wonder how the first human beings thought of themselves, with no real organized society, no organization, and no concept of organization or society for that matter. im sure a lot of them just like jumped off cliffs, or maybe were too busy looking for food to jump off cliffs.

[lefthandsignals]

I heard that the first women of the world used to shave their legs with sharp rocks... now what do you think of that?

[ithinkimdead]

ouch

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