Life As You Know It
Sleep... eludes me.
I am not the master of my own time.
Events occur around me, unbidden, unwilled. Control is an illusion.
Do not believe, children. Do not believe what your elders taught you. You exist only as an instrument of entropy, your will is nothing but a plaything for the forces of nihilism, your desires mean less than those of a mewling, deformed kitten, born blind into a world that cannot see, all of the hours and days until your extinguishment as pointless as the ticking of the clock.
Welcome to insanity.
Welcome to life.
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