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We leave the world void of dreams, void of warmth, void of life, our existence an elegant example of entropy taken to its conclusion. We look down upon the obviously self-destructive: "look at how pathetic they are," we say to ourselves from on high, "they are to be pitied, the users, the abusers." All to reassure ourselves as we metabolize in Moloch's belly, playing our individual parts in an orderly machine designed to silently dismantle each remaining fragment of our humanity over time. Who will pity us, the model citizens?
I cannot hold someone accountable for their faults and their weaknesses knowing full well that every day I voluntarily self-destruct a little bit more through my complacency and inaction. At least they have the courage to be honest about it.
I cannot hold someone accountable for their faults and their weaknesses knowing full well that every day I voluntarily self-destruct a little bit more through my complacency and inaction. At least they have the courage to be honest about it.