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Rating: Last communicative act from me in this place, I swear. Believe me, I'm more relieved. I wanted to say: the free internett was truly garbage. Now that the pigs are more equal than others, we might draw from this perhaps a lesson, perhaps an anecdote, perhaps take a breath.
One moment, I'm trying not to take myself seriously. It's a tired game but worth it.
A bus passes by, the blinds creak for a second. I'm not used to so much life outside the porthole. My dinner: a monster strictly without sugar. My stomach but also my liver: "Ugly shard of *****!".
The feeling of playing at the circle of the cleverest inevitably always slips out. It's useless to try to put a stop to it. The desire to dominate others is innate in the living being. Those who make an effort to pretend not to want their own good at the expense of others end up wearing a monstrous mask. Even more frightening than those who don't hide their essence of egocentric *****. But then (which is not said) I say it. That I think about these things. That sometimes I think. The solution, I tell myself, would be the acceptance of the game for what it is. Only it's impossible to understand who has a lucrative purpose and who a playful one.
We use the sea metaphor that's pleasant: with little sharks, big sharks, fish, mollusks. But who said the world is made of steps? Mors tua vita mea? They inculcate it in us, it works by osmosis or is it about wanting control of one's semi-consciousness compared to others? The law of which jungle? The one we set in our heads.
Do not conform; if they throw away the key, make yourself transparent. Go beyond the wall and go where they want you not to be.
They will tell you you're this and that. You'll believe it to avoid believing in worse. Even for a second, but that second has tricked you. Deep down, if you've done nothing wrong, you shouldn't expect harm.
To someone raised with Puškin's tales, what do you want to say? Not even knowing who is in front of you, that's the sad reality.
The arrival of emoticons was the prelude to oblivion. Then it ended with transforming feelings into a litany. Rhetoric has always been the domineering master. And the longer the stick...you finish the sentence. You come to think that one showcases their suffering. You end up believing you're right. That there is no reason. Not even in a calculator. It's not that I'm a fake old man. I'm truly old.
Cro-Magnon won, turning the other cheek doesn't work. War is horror; the sermon reminds us every week. So why do we perpetuate war within ourselves and mirror it outwardly? I do not believe in the simplification of opposites, including that evil and good are the same face of the ego, depending on who commits and who suffers. Constructs of man. I want to repeat myself: we are well taught evil. It has a purpose. Free will, I would just let it go.
I see in the small people striving to be kind for ulterior motives and maybe backstab as soon as they can. In the medium, it's enough to turn on the TV. The big is unattainable.
Are my mental pirouettes indeed? Instead, denying that 0.999… has a fixed value less than 1 by an infinitesimal different from zero makes sense. Meanwhile, I've skipped dinner and moreover heard that ***** song by Pinguini Tattici (YUK!) too many times.
I wish I could tell the aforementioned penguins that I didn't partake in the Sigur Ros hype wave. Never owned a reflex camera. Yet my class required it. To be honest, the penguins did one beautiful thing: in words, they committed to saving the world from the Russians and monsters.
I have only two dreams in my life: that this review not be judged and to have a child who enrolls in the faculty of mathematics so I can disown him. Not before teaching him that once, you-tube had stars.
Do we think we're superior to those who vote because they vote, or to someone who talks about gossip? Who knows if people believe in what they emit from their own mouths. To take the trouble away, as someone says, I'm going to take a dump.
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