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Anyone get this?

Random thought stream. Imperfection.

I'm watching Fight Club.

Voat, Poal, Gab - these are my support groups - I can let go - I can lose hope and know that I'm not insane.

Jesus, God, Zeus and Odin help me - My life is akin to a 22 year old fucking movie. Fuck. That's depressing.

We have no great war, we have no great suffering, our great tragedy is our lives. We work jobs we hate so we can buy shit, we don't need (and pay for our brown replacements to live comfortably because we allowed the jews to overtake us because we were lazy and our arrogance and hubris allowed us to drop our guard)

Fuck, it can't be this bleak.

My job is to destroy the most personal intimate thing. I won't elaborate.

Bob had bitch-tits, all I have is a car from 2006.

Woe is me. War is me.

It's a movie. It has a happy ending.

Life doesn't - it just ends - happy, sad, tragic, magical, dynamic - those are the words for the living.

Ha, I just remembered something else - it's a distraction.

Turn off the distraction.

It's getting to the point where I would rather embarrass myself in real life than embarrass myself in front of Poal.

Too late - Oh, well.

I'm close.

Ok, rip me apart and tell me what a fucking idiot I am.

Anyone get this? Random thought stream. Imperfection. I'm watching Fight Club. Voat, Poal, Gab - these are my support groups - I can let go - I can lose hope and know that I'm not insane. Jesus, God, Zeus and Odin help me - My life is akin to a 22 year old fucking movie. Fuck. That's depressing. We have no great war, we have no great suffering, our great tragedy is our lives. We work jobs we hate so we can buy shit, we don't need (and pay for our brown replacements to live comfortably because we allowed the jews to overtake us because we were lazy and our arrogance and hubris allowed us to drop our guard) Fuck, it can't be this bleak. My job is to destroy the most personal intimate thing. I won't elaborate. Bob had bitch-tits, all I have is a car from 2006. Woe is me. War is me. It's a movie. It has a happy ending. Life doesn't - it just ends - happy, sad, tragic, magical, dynamic - those are the words for the living. Ha, I just remembered something else - it's a distraction. Turn off the distraction. It's getting to the point where I would rather embarrass myself in real life than embarrass myself in front of Poal. Too late - Oh, well. I'm close. Ok, rip me apart and tell me what a fucking idiot I am.

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Are you a pornographer?

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No. And I don’t work in an abortion clinic either.

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Babies aren't personal or intimate, every phylum over a certain order has pregnancies so i wouldn't have guessed that. Poetry is personal and intimate, music, shit like that but jobs that destroy them dont leap to the mind. So i thought it must be sexual.

Are you a PI?

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This is the most interesting part of your post, this riddle. All of us know since long ago it's all for naught. Listen to Everybody Knows its great for such despair.

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I’ve known it too, it just hit me hard when I was watching that movie.

Just a random thought stream. Just complaining like an asshole.