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incredibly important things happen every single moment all around us, and we never care enough to notice. the oppressive inevitability of habit wears our senses dull and no one cares. we don't understand the works of genius. we create our own truth, but nobody bothers. we have everything we have ever experienced, but we complain about our lack. the lack drives us, but it is nothing. the lack is empty. this empty lack. this empty fucking lack. we think that everything is normal, but it is only absurd, and the few real moments we neglect. we can have real any time we want it, but it is weird and uncomfortable. it is easier to find meaning from elsewhere. it is easier to let people tell us that we are important, when in fact, we don't believe it ourselves. its also easy to point out the flaws in others, but it's ok, because we are only joking. obviously it shouldnt be taken so seriously. you are so stoic. you never get excited about anything. what do you think you are. and why is everything so goddamn religiously important. loosen up a little bit. lets smoke a cigarette.
incredibly important things are happening
incredibly important things are happening