I claim to be a pessimist, a goth, a cynic. I like to believe that there is no joy in the world, that everyone is merely putting up a wall of fake smiles and fake happiness to cloak their insecurites and true sorrow. But then again, I am the same idiot who goes giddy at the sight of a puppy and grins at the crazy sunshine.
What in the name of Hindi Hitler's front teeth is that all about?
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you are exploring.it'll all flow.not to worry.
deceiving yourself...thats what it is :) and face it, life is a contradiction. isn't death the ultimate goal of life?
i would like ramble, along with you, even tho it might be of any reference to any train of thought you might have ever had:
all around me, i see ignorance, apathy, triviality.
their tentacles engulfing, proboscis impregnating me,
creating a holy mess, turbid.
them, who lead such insignificant existence are ubiquitous, omnipresent.
i cannot see any other.
i do not know any other.
i am no other; yet, i deceive...
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