You think you’ve heard of it. Not sure what all the fuss is about, honest.
Sounds like even if you, you know, sacrifice everything for the common good and are forced to outlive everyone you’ve ever loved ET THE FUCKING CETERA, in the end you’re just the catastrophically meme-ridden punchline of a joke that forgot itself halfway through the second act, told for the butcher joys of that bitch goddess, EXTRINSIC REWARD. All signifying 367,652 shots fired that neither of you, no matter how hard you try, will be able to return to the gun.
Not that you have the presence of mind or the taste to articulate such a Shakespearean allusion at this very moment, but if you were given time and critical distance you’re positive that’s exactly how’d you come to express your current reality.
Relative distributed fictional selfhood sure is a trip and half, you aren’t thinking, because right now, in the present, you’d call that a concept ‘for girls’ before pushing whichever presumably Hasbro branded becloaked nerd told you about such a stupid thing into a locker. With a GUN!
Classic you. In the ‘remarkably and instructively typical’ sense of the word, anyway.
Classic you also, in the sense that you would rather not be you very much at all! You recall taking measures to this effect, but they have BACKFIRED. You would find this accidental pun very funny if you were not intimately aware that the fact that you can still make it seems to confirm you are in Hell!
This must be some kind of mistake, because you are very, very sure you are a HERO!
Or…or.. you have no karmic value at all, because you have never taken an action of your own volition until extremely recently… which is the same as being oppressed i.e, good, so…
Yeah, you had it right the first time! This is BULLSHIT!
You are going to just keep pretending to sleep while the cosmos gets its shit together, fishes your file out from under the cabinet, finishes talking about the latest ‘Thrones on break. These things happen. You can wait.
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God you hope Game of Thrones wasn’t a bullshit made up space thing, like weaponized lasers or true gender parity. It WOULD be a made up space thing, the way your brief existence is going.
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Fuck it you’re just going to ask the wizard. She clearly has her finger on the pulse of true art, if what you’ve been listening to is any indication, and will be able to advise you.