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We have two hundred couches where you can sleep tonight, dream right. Wouldn't your dream just be your imagination destroying reality. It could be taking over in a way unbenounced to us, completely dangerous. What if we were not able to wake from this attack. What if imagination were to destroy us, now there are certain ways in which people can decrease the resisting strength of reality, (as mr. hreha so eloquently put it) from the alteration of reality. Its fucking amazing how far we've come in a life time. The absoulte creatinoo of a whole way of thinknig. Sometimes its much more breathtaking than we could ever want to believe. We've gotten to a plateua in life that we are the pioneers of youth rebellion, we are making absolute history by going on with our course of actions. I am fucking paul bunyon with a giant blue ox. ox is the animal correct. Its amazing how far we've come. We are heading towards putting everyone together with boxes, with boxes of belief. We are being lied to on a day to day basis. Why must we disregard the love for truth. Have we simply forgot how good it is to be told the truth? In some ways it might even be considered foolish to believe in a truth because it is most likely a lie. but how are we to know. how are we to be absoullte. There is no black and white absolute anymore, it all fades to a dreary grey of confusion. there is no truth in love, and there is definetely not love in the truth, it is a cold hard bitch. it is the kind of bitch that leaves a bathroom full of comatosed souls, with an absoulte big fucking smile on her mouth. She feeds off of our defeats. She is a subtle reminded, more like a big glaring reminder that we are human, and we let our imagination take control. now i'm going to go sit alone in a room and think of hte ovice of reason.
remember that you will die.
remember that you will die.