You are the most selfish. The most selfish. When you have nothing to believe in, the only thing that is is chaos. Chaos...Internal war. External existence is meaningless. Is existence what hell is? ...Only for all eternity? ...Could it be worse? Do you even believe in an eternal consciousness?
"I swear to you, gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real thorough sickness."
The only way to be unselfish, selfless, is to believe and fully commit to something; anything. But to be free, to be free you mustn't believe in anything.
impossibility
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this is a peom i call 'i prefer brutal criticism...'
give me brutal criticism you. you...YOU ARE A WASTE. join me, we be together tasting (what i call) life's discgrace. I, I, I, oh I...fuck it...i know not you nor i. we live this life holding onto nothing but __________.
Brutal? This piece is too fucking preachy without enough backing. There is no reason for the narrator to be attacking so much but essentially just asking basic questions about existence and conscious thought. I think the comment on your own piece was better then the original. Do more of that without the ellipsis and the repeated I's.
a beautiful loved one's waist.
a thought process misplaced.
a dream you no longer chase.
out futile attempt at progessing the existence we must embrace.
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