The Trewth About Life
Psych . . . made you look. If there is something set in stone I don't know about it. Don't give me that shit about 'taxes' and 'death' and 'always think positive' line of thought running through your Prozac drowned brain looking out of your pink colored glasses of politics. I've had to drink from that fountain long enough and been taught with that school of thought in mind from millions of teachers and frauds and pretenders and friendsthat I have allowed myself to cherish . . . now I'm embarrassed. I feel bamboozled! Have I now reached a point in this life's maturity to handle such discoveries? You're head may as well explode . . . . blasting colorful lies that beget more lies . . . and beauty. . . but alas . . . lies can deceive even the trewest of color.
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Bitter Much?
Psyche!
Ther is much in life to become angry with and suspicious of.
The short of it, I suppose, is that we just push on regardless. Encouraging or not, something must be done to fill the time, to make it different and pass unlike before.
The distractions, that lie in and become others are what make it operable.
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