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I’m pretty damn tired of everything. I’m tired of ideas. I’m just annoyed of being put in situations that don’t concern me. There’s no where to go where I won’t feel trapped. There’s no actual freedom. Not the kind that I want anyway. But I’d rather take the freedom offered over nothing any day.
It doesn’t matter how hard or how much you work. All of that doesn’t mean shit if you don’t like doing whatever it is you’re doing. I don’t wanna work for people most of the time. I wanna work for myself. I wanna enjoy working and work for something that actually means something besides working for a stupid living. They say life is easy but that’s because once you submit you’re practically giving away your freedom and becoming a slave to society. People talk about how slavery ended but that’s bullshit. It’s just masked. Everyone of us is a wage slave.
Fuck that. I just wanna enjoy life.
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Plot twist! You kill your doppelganger only to find out you were the doppelganger the whole time.
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Drifting here in this empty space. An infinite number of galaxies and this space- this tiny space that covers virtually nothing is so empty. Sound is consumed and escapes. Just like light. But it’s meaningless. No one is around to hear it. No one is around to see. Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be a dead planet. Literally nothing. No one ever thinks about Mars and how time has completely stopped on it’s lands- in it’s sky. Doesn’t matter if the sun rises or sets the planet is still dead. But it’s not worthless.
Even nothing can be something. It’s a comforting non-existence. For many it’s hope. It’s wonder and fascination. Dream captured. Goal achieved.
A millennium is equivalent to a lifetime and a lifetime is nothing but experiences and knowledge. I’ve been adrift in this empty space lost in a trance. What am I looking at? What am I to wonder? I continue to wander throughout the void. It’s completely hollow and the sun. The sun is black. It’s so powerful. It’s a reflection.
What am I really looking at?
People are pretty cute
Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.
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