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"Empassioned"

Why are people so resistant to just being people with/to/around other people?! People act like you have to be in a relationship to have any kind of relationship and I'm fucking sick of it. Does anyone else see how this is absurd? Does anyone see what the fuck we're doing? Would we even fucking care if we did? Likely not: we're just a bunch of fucking doppelgangers: complacent, Orwellian, pharmacological guinea pigs with a fear of change and betrayal so deep that we do nothing but betray and change so rapidly that we can't even be sure of which alliances are genuine and which are malign. Why can't people just fucking be people? Why do we feel so compelled to be alien? Why do we prove them right? Why can't we just BE?! I'll tell you fucking why: it accommodates some people's POWER and I'll say it again POWER here, once more TO GET IT IN THROUGH OUR THICK-ASS, NUMB, AND EMPTY SKULLS: POWER
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Anubis-the-Philosomancer
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For You?
Written by
Anubis-the-Philosomancer
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Published
May 2, 2014
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I don't know where this came from, but call it empassioned.

Just so I know, upon further review, Lucy was here.

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