We strive to be remembered,our joys raise us to the state of consciousness most coveted by this race to be humanoid, and devoid of painful emotions.
The absolute freedom to decide
whether wholesome living
without fearing holy retribution like Job
is really worth it.
Who sacrifices a thing anymore?
The see if desire to bed you comes through or dissipates dizzyingly dissolute, delineated cliches. But why not? It’s so mesmeriziby meaningless in the end.
If the super ego wins, the retribution begins
If the ego triumphs, the sublimation cause will go underground.
History on repeat
Nothing much to say