War Ship: "MII"
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Hello, fellow burgers and burgettes
...like, I sucked this dick once...
Obstacles surround me; they seem to be following me around. I don't know whether these obstacles are, in reality, hindering me from achieving my wondrous goals or whether they are fictional and exist only to make the road more adventurous. Either way, they are hard to overcome. Either way, they are real... in my mind.
-The third level of depth-
Whenever I philosophize with someone, or whenever I'm talking with someone without my usual manipulative agendas, I feel a sting of sorrow when I realize that all these wonderful and well thought out words should be lost in time. For what in this world will remember? The other party of course, and me. But since I conversed with the other party without any real agenda, I have nothing to gain from that memory. A gained friend is a gained friend, and won't be more unless the other party is carrying potential of being more...
I'm losing track
Point is, I want more people to realize the deity within me; to appreciate its greatness the way I do; to worship me, and how can that be done when I spill out all my depth and creativity on the already illuminated..
The problem with the social situation is the same as with anything: greed.
I would also feel extremely slimey and fake, should I repeat those illuminative arguments to someone else, even if that someone else has no particular connection to aforementioned conversee.
Messy but true
...and it felt so good
Hello, fellow burgers and burgettes
...like, I sucked this dick once...
Obstacles surround me; they seem to be following me around. I don't know whether these obstacles are, in reality, hindering me from achieving my wondrous goals or whether they are fictional and exist only to make the road more adventurous. Either way, they are hard to overcome. Either way, they are real... in my mind.
-The third level of depth-
Whenever I philosophize with someone, or whenever I'm talking with someone without my usual manipulative agendas, I feel a sting of sorrow when I realize that all these wonderful and well thought out words should be lost in time. For what in this world will remember? The other party of course, and me. But since I conversed with the other party without any real agenda, I have nothing to gain from that memory. A gained friend is a gained friend, and won't be more unless the other party is carrying potential of being more...
I'm losing track
Point is, I want more people to realize the deity within me; to appreciate its greatness the way I do; to worship me, and how can that be done when I spill out all my depth and creativity on the already illuminated..
The problem with the social situation is the same as with anything: greed.
I would also feel extremely slimey and fake, should I repeat those illuminative arguments to someone else, even if that someone else has no particular connection to aforementioned conversee.
Messy but true
...and it felt so good
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