“It’s just a ride,” said Bill Hicks.
We live on a “mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam” said Carl Sagan:
Reality is a large place. In the billions-of-light-years-wide observable universe, and whatever lies beyond that, spread out over 13.7 billion years, you mean nothing, and this moment means even less.
This is the only peek you get in to this universe, and it is NOTHING. But it’s all you get. You have only the blink of an eye to make something of, so please do not waste it by desperately standing around with your loser friends, pretending to have a good time sipping your warming beverages, enabling each others’ pussydom, blaming the difficulties on girls and everyone else. This is all you get.
This is all you get, but even if you do fuck up – get blown out, sworn at, put down (which doesn’t actually happen) – it doesn’t matter, you are not important. One day it’ll all be gone and nobody will remember.
And you know what else? Nobody will fucking remember her either.
Kick the pussy of the pedestal? Kick yourself off the pedestal – you and everything you know – and pussy will be one shard of everything that shatters on the floor.
Do it.
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