Hi. Do you care enough to hear me whine? I fear that you don’t see me collecting dust in the dim corner of your room. And while you stand and stare, completely absorbed by your own despair, I remain ready to serve you and your meaningless life. I can clean your room, yet I can’t clean your mind of the false reality exemplified by your kind.
We are similar though, you and I. Wasting our time amassing, acquiring, accumulating. Honestly, we’re mere specks of life, surrendering to realities constructed by our minds. Don’t you know that your beloved earthly pleasures are one and the same as the ******* that I collect? Hard-earned, elusive, temporal, disposable. Its laughable how ignorant you are; consumed by your own subliminal thoughts, leaving you searching for the remnants of what is and what is not.
Can’t you see the fallacies present in your head? Gleaming yet blinding, salient yet obscure. Armed with benevolent promises that ultimately leave you for dead. Can’t you see that what you crave will inevitably **** you down to your grave? Incessantly coated with wondrous, tempting illusions that disguise its true nature--garbage. Garbage. Connect the dots, you fool. Can’t you see that you and I are one and the same?