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  • We fell asleep...
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    September 08, 2008
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We fell asleep...This is metaking control of my lifeWhat the fuck have you done lately?We fell asleep...This is me

We fell asleep...

This is me

taking control of my life

What the fuck have you done lately?

We fell asleep...

This is me

I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MONKEY-FIGHTING SNAKES, ON THIS MONDAY TO FRIDAY PLANE!!!

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Birthday:January 03, 1992
Location:Penticton, Okanagan, British Columbia, Canada

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JUSTICE.

Not Perfect is good


In this secular existence, Perfection is an illusion...
Regardless of all those who utter the contrary, this is the reality.

Common man seeks it out. They aspire to achieve it as if it were some tangible thing.

But the fact of the matter is, Perfection is a hollow shell.

It is devoid of any substance.

I spit on Perfection.


Perfection after all implies you've reached the summit. No trial and error, no ability to conceptualize, an omniscient being would have no need for such superflous things.

Am I making myself clear?


For those who dabble in the the sciences such as ourselves, perfection would render us obsolete.

Many magnificent things have been, and will continue to come into existence, and yet... Every last one of them will fall short of perfection's finish line. Our function as men of science relies on their many shortcomings, then, and only then can we apply the fruits of our labor.


To put it simply...

As soon as you started spouting that nonsense about being an Immaculate Being... Your fate was sealed.


How dare you call yourself a Man of Science?

THE ABYSS GAZES ALSO

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone.

Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion.

There is nothing else.


Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long.
No meaning save what we choose to impose.


This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces.
It is not God who kills the children.
Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs.


It's us.

Only us.