sexta-feira, 1 de março de 2024
Mad Apple Of His Eye
How do you know you are fallen behind me? It's simple: have you got the Brain or do you still lack the Subject to talk about? It's dangerous to stay there for long; loneliness is a killer of innocent dreams. "Society" doesn't really care, not about Truth, not about you; in a world that believes being far from Her is the least of problems to be solved, there won't ever be true individuality, only predictability. You can foretell a fool's speech; he's a slave to sameness and there's not much he can think within the ego-pleasing kind of "life". If life is false, every other word that comprises it can't mean anything.
Yeah, this is my School. 🧨
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