Where Authority Lays

Ugh fuck this. I'm not heading in a fertile direction.

No I can't do it. I fucking have to leave you alone.

And by God I will. I will take that poem as an exceedingly beautiful goodbye. An 8 year old or so friendship. With a fucking genious. If it didn't hurt I'd be a monster.

Oy vey. I'm fucking tired of ripping parts of my soul out along with my friends. This is the last motherfucking time.

(No I ain't perfect. I ain't God.)

So long man. It was a motherfucking privilege.

Pezer wrote:

The real reason they are ignored is the real things they have to say about human nature. The first world has become so isolated in its artificial justifications that it actually fears its own humanity. Love of actual danger, for example, so deeply engrained in our i stinctual heritage as humans.

This is very clear.
The reason why my cousin died and all the best of em, can't handle the weakness of the .... first world. He was forced that weakness down his throat "oh so lovingly" his father still wants to call me Jakoppie. Poor deluded folk. Of course Id much rather be an African scrounging for food and opportunities for petty crime than that kind of thing. I mean a black African. But also a bedouin. Maybe even an insane jihadi. That kind of "privileged" life feels like rice pudding under a layer of ants .

Pezer wrote:

Ok here's my thing with discussing geopolitics. It has to be extremely specific. Meaning that whatever words are used, the blanks WILL be filled in. Too much at stake to leave anything in the air. And blanks have colors, they suggest meaning by the words used. So it's not really guessing.

You're right that discussing that is not fertile without the proper detail, and that in turn isn't really feasible without knowing the exact logistics, more so without having the power to go at it. Its a dreadfully stale subject otherwise. But you're right as to what I meant about Russia.

Pezer wrote:

No I can't do it. I fucking have to leave you alone.

And by God I will. I will take that poem as an exceedingly beautiful goodbye. An 8 year old or so friendship. With a fucking genious. If it didn't hurt I'd be a monster.

Oy vey. I'm fucking tired of ripping parts of my soul out along with my friends. This is the last motherfucking time.

(No I ain't perfect. I ain't God.)

So long man. It was a motherfucking privilege.

Ave, Alcibiadezer.
May Mars walk with you.