Well all has come to pass… 2 days straight no life
Nutrients Maximus not
Chips+pizza+Royce+skittles+siewmai+sugar biscuit+milkbiscuit…
And that’s how u die… By munchies
You have no choice…
There isn’t a cinema-going audience to your life. Nobody is in awe of ur selfless sacrifice. Nobody will cry for your loss. People will never understand. They can’t possibly understand.
So why do you do it? Walk this harder, uncomfortable road. Illusions of grandeur? you have none. Ambition? No, too lazy. Instead, you do it because you haven’t the choice. What is the alternative? A wasteland. If I forget the awkwardness of moving forth, if I stand here for longer than I require, I become the end. I become slow death. Nothing more than an oxygen stealer.
Like the undead around me. Them, with borrowed individualities, robbed of conscious choice, by sleight-of-hand fear. The intangible irrational twang of fear, this crippling emotion they cannot taste, touch nor see…
No it makes no sense to become that. It has no purpose. Thus I haven’t a choice, but to be. To become me.
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The truth will set you free
Purge your eyes of prejudice. So that your heart might learn - acceptance - of those truths that hurt. Forth each step take, release another illusion; Till the air be free…
