Even though no one (no-sane-one) will read this, I go on.
Maybe posthumously I’ll be famous? Damn, that’ll suck as all the glory is meant
to be soaked in pretentious humility. Death can be so unfair on some people. I
think I’ll take fame over money. I say that because I got neither and never ask
for too much. If, though the chances are nonexistent, I get fame I’d cry for money and when I get
that I’ll wish to be back as I am now when things ‘were’ simple. See? I’m not
famous or anything but I am showing signs – clear ones – of acting like one
who’s too damn famous and wants to go away ‘into the wild’. Even who leads a
solitary life clings to the fact that people somewhere are envying him doing
that.
If no one envies you, please die. At least that’ll be some
sort of merciful end. That’s all we need – attention.
No more no less. But more is never less in this case. That’s
why we have such a glorification of everything. And people are made to believe
that all this matters. No, it doesn't. We are
all insignificant and useless in the universal scheme. And even in if we
mattered we...
Damn, this is getting out of hand.
Let’s discuss food. We all love food. No, not everyone loves
food especially animals that become food. So, let me pick something simpler.
Childhood – I pick this because I heard this word in a song I am listening now.
So, what’s childhood and how does it matter for adults? It’s
crucial because with childhood you cant make it to adfulthood. Case closed.
See, I tried to be funny again? Failed pathetically, as most
of you rightly noted.
Let me get back to what I am good at... well, at least what I THINK I am good at.
Digression.
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