I sent it to a group of my friends that we exchange degenerate memes and they messaged me asking if I was ok - exactly like you said. Very nice of them, but I just thought it was funnySometimes wonder what regular cunts think stumbling upon us cunts casually prancin' about blastin' existential dread memes.
This shit is Hillary Ass imo.
But do normies recognize the funny? Do they instead see something dark and scary? Or other?
Wouldn't surprise me if there's the odd assumption of depression, tragedy, sadness, sewer cide ale fantasies and all that sorta precursory subjective horror.
Dunno aye. Been through it all and yeah it sucked ass hard, I guess eventually we can overcome it all. None of it really phases my feral ass no more.....like, why should it.
We're already going through the natural process of death beginning from the moment we pop into this shitshow.
Tens, maybe hundreds of billions of us have been on this death ride alongly long long time before any of us jumped onboard.
What we may see as an existentially terrifying unknown or perhaps as some queefish occultic fantasy. A realm beyond here where no man has ever tread. Butt it ain't is it. Since billions upon billions of those before us have wandered back through the void. We all did it just to get here. Was this voluntarily though?
Too bad we didn't have our decaying flesh bodz until after arriving in this place. We might've been able to store a few memories of the journey. Butt nah. Whatever created this realm doesn't seem to be keen on us knowing anything other than whatever wonderfully nightmarish suffering manifests here.....wherever here is.
Ahhh well. Fear knot peasant. As the ancient bard, from like 20 years back, Timberland...Timberlake...or...ya know the girlish voice dude, Timber-whats-is-face, as he once demanded: Cry him a river or somesuch. Truly prophetic indeed, also prolly alluding to the moral of this ramble:
Congrats on readin' this far, butt Jean Claude Gyat Dam! Go'on now, git outta here ya fuckin' hippie...
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Existence just confuses the shit out of me sometimes. Watching my grandad get taken over by dementia was really eye opening. He was known as one of the smartest/wisest men in the community. Always reading, always learning. But then as he started to get in his 80s, all of it drifted away. It’s just hard for me to think that there are so many things I “know” right now that I could potentially not know later in life. But then that even happens on a smaller scale, where I’m not going to remember anything about what I did today in a month. So how did he and I ever know anything if later in time it becomes unknown. How do I ever experience anything if I don’t remember it eternally some way? How am I existing so hard right now, but in a week, I won’t remember anything about right now (maybe a little cause I’m making this post). So how do we ever know anything, if over time everything that is known is forgotten?Sometimes wonder what regular cunts think stumbling upon us cunts casually prancin' about blastin' existential dread memes.
This shit is Hillary Ass imo.
But do normies recognize the funny? Do they instead see something dark and scary? Or other?
Wouldn't surprise me if there's the odd assumption of depression, tragedy, sadness, sewer cide ale fantasies and all that sorta precursory subjective horror.
Dunno aye. Been through it all and yeah it sucked ass hard, I guess eventually we can overcome it all. None of it really phases my feral ass no more.....like, why should it.
We're already going through the natural process of death beginning from the moment we pop into this shitshow.
Tens, maybe hundreds of billions of us have been on this death ride alongly long long time before any of us jumped onboard.
What we may see as an existentially terrifying unknown or perhaps as some queefish occultic fantasy. A realm beyond here where no man has ever tread. Butt it ain't is it. Since billions upon billions of those before us have wandered back through the void. We all did it just to get here. Was this voluntarily though?
Too bad we didn't have our decaying flesh bodz until after arriving in this place. We might've been able to store a few memories of the journey. Butt nah. Whatever created this realm doesn't seem to be keen on us knowing anything other than whatever wonderfully nightmarish suffering manifests here.....wherever here is.
Ahhh well. Fear knot peasant. As the ancient bard, from like 20 years back, Timberland...Timberlake...or...ya know the girlish voice dude, Timber-whats-is-face, as he once demanded: Cry him a river or somesuch. Truly prophetic indeed, also prolly alluding to the moral of this ramble:
Congrats on readin' this far, butt Jean Claude Gyat Dam! Go'on now, git outta here ya fuckin' hippie...
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Existence just confuses the shit out of me sometimes. Watching my grandad get taken over by dementia was really eye opening. He was known as one of the smartest/wisest men in the community. Always reading, always learning. But then as he started to get in his 80s, all of it drifted away. It’s just hard for me to think that there are so many things I “know” right now that I could potentially not know later in life. But then that even happens on a smaller scale, where I’m not going to remember anything about what I did today in a month. So how did he and I ever know anything if later in time it becomes unknown. How do I ever experience anything if I don’t remember it eternally some way? How am I existing so hard right now, but in a week, I won’t remember anything about right now (maybe a little cause I’m making this post). So how do we ever know anything, if over time everything that is known is forgotten?
Well, you could say that you go to heaven and you remember everything about your life and everything you’ve ever known. Well there’s quite a bit in life I wouldn’t mind forgetting, but then if I only have good memories, how do I know they are good if I can’t remember the bad. Even outside of remembering, how the heck can you enjoy perpetual happiness without having something unhappy or at least, less than perfect, compare it to.
Sounds like a smart guy too...I got a really good friend that is a very simple guy. We were talking about what happens after we die and I asked him what he thought. He said, “better bring your work boots”. That gave me peace for some reason