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You will die.
And all of your life you were just seeking for the love that saves you.
How stupid will you feel in the last moments of your life?
Clown in a circus,
or,
more precisely,
audience member that takes the clown,
and the whole circus,
seriously.
Idiot.
Why does it smell so good after the rain?
Why are we so fucking dull?!
Cities are graves,
populated by zombies.
Looking at their phones.
swiping,
and posting,
and swiping,
and posting.
Trying to boost their fragile fucking egos.
Trying to find love that they can abuse and control,
cause they need to feed those little demons inside,
they are slaves of them.
Order some more takeout.
Subscribe to something.
Again.
We have the same hell,
and the same heaven.
Same demons,
and same angels.
Yet we compete.
Instead of crying together.
For fucking what?
“I will set people free.”
“do what you love. and then for other stuff, do the minimal.”
“competition kills. and you do things because of competition. prove your friend. prove your stupid ass father. you compete with others. you compete with your brother. instead of loving. you piece of shit. haha. but love is possible. we must believe in this.”
“we desperately seek for recognition. why?”
“mayonnaise is fucking magical. fuck you marx, don't take my mayo!!!! how else could it be so goooooood?!?!?!”
“I will die. Repeat that 3 times before going to sleep. And 3 times once you wake up.”
“vegans are gay. but they are right.”
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just like that.
he forgot the last one,
and got obsessed with a new one.
from one brief moment
to another.
something that just switched something.
once again.
is it an eternal cycle he is stuck in?
will he ever escape?
or is he Sisyphus,
destined to roll that boulder up a hill for eternity,
after inevitable new pussy
makes it roll back down?
if he is destined for it,
then the only solution
is to enjoy it?
how to?
to admit he is a slave,
and there is no way out?
is there?
is there a way out?
or maybe,
it is just that he never rolled that boulder up,
to the very top of the hill?
can he reach the top?
does he have any say in that?
he does.
he surely,
absolutely,
does.
but he is too weak.
he will never climb mount everest.
he will freeze before reaching the top.
he will get tired of pushing
that boulder up,
and rather
start anew.
drink more,
my dear friend.
fuck more psychos.
end up in more fucked up situations.
love is not for you.
but damn...
that adventure...
that adventure has been fun,
you cannot deny it.
thank you lord for not giving me love.
and thank you,
for making me long it so much.
p.s. psychos are people too
p.s.s. or maybe, he just truly never found the one, and he always knew what is the one better than others, and that is why it always ended. maybe he knows love like no one does. and that is his curse.