Existential Garbage

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Jose Jones
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Not my words:

"Everything is permitted. Nothing is forbidden."

Sometimes I think my life is defined by the tension between the desire for boundless freedom and the desire for a determined path. The drifter dreams of home, the settler dreams of moving. It's not so pat as the grass being greener. Wherever you go, there you are. As I leave, I live a little. As I rest, I live a little.

More existential garbage: Sisyphus rolled his rock to the top of the mountain and watched it roll down the side again, knowing full well he would have to roll it up the same mount once more through eternity. Camus tells us we must imagine him happy with this arrangement- seeing that the rock is his and the task is his, he is free to make of it what he will.

My rock is that tension. I come and I go. And everything is permitted, and nothing is forbidden.

Does this make any sense to anyone, trolls or otherwise?

(or is this merely just semen backing up into my brain?)

Am I happy? Yes. Am I content? No.

:) Peace, all. :)
 
And now that I think about it.

Why am I asking other people's questions when I should be busy looking for my own. The questions are more important than the answers, aren't they?

I need a blowjob.
 
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