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I'm bored. There's some blind guy in my room, and people have been visiting him and it's annoying. On the good side I managed to write a poem with an acceptable object.
And the doctors here are quacks. Look at their posts. Telling us to shut up about the girl. What's that saying go? You can cut out the tongue, but you can't silence the person. Yeah that's it. This place is our purgatory. This place is the first circle of hell, and we're all the virtuous pagans and philosophers. How fortunate we should feel that the only thing bearing on us is sadness.
Lest we all be frozen.
Maybe that's the key. Maybe in order to get out of this place we must descend through the nine circles of hell. Now who the fuck can I betray in order to be like Judas?
And the doctors here are quacks. Look at their posts. Telling us to shut up about the girl. What's that saying go? You can cut out the tongue, but you can't silence the person. Yeah that's it. This place is our purgatory. This place is the first circle of hell, and we're all the virtuous pagans and philosophers. How fortunate we should feel that the only thing bearing on us is sadness.
Lest we all be frozen.
Maybe that's the key. Maybe in order to get out of this place we must descend through the nine circles of hell. Now who the fuck can I betray in order to be like Judas?