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so someone has a failed attempt at killing you because you were naive when growing up with them, to later realise they were muslim, and were out to get you, and then you're maimed...      well... what then?      you loved ones start complaining about how naive you were, in ever having childhood friends...         so what then? you become a hermit, you scratch off any form of human compassion readied for a relationship and then turn and say:      na co czekam? albo na autobus, pociąg, lub pi-ano. (what am i waiting for? either a bus, a train,          or a piano.) a ty, quo vadis?                      and you, where are you going?   well...  toward golgotha, since the "saviour" said      qua vadis, i.e. i, am, the way. yeah, but how do you know that the crux is the way? i mean, the heidegger stance is bound by quo... i.e. where... but qua? that's stating: as being, in an auto-suggestive format: a locus... the problem is the vadis-vadis... the internalißed experience of an introvert, and the externalißed experience of an extrovert... looking at these sentences, it's not even a problem... it's just what happens and will continue to happen; please don't bring darwinism into this... darwinism lacks all subjective sensibility... the gorillas have a population of 3,800... so i should feel something for them? why give me only a zoological subjectivity and the only subject that's the ******* dodos' extinction? lock me up in a lunatic asylum while you're at it, please! wankers. and yes, you're pushing it, seriously, this white guilt is driving me nuts, and making my ***** turn corners, when even light can't do that, without a mirror.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
qua vadis
so someone has a failed attempt at killing you because you were naive when growing up with them, to later realise they were muslim, and were out to get you, and then you're maimed...      well... what then?      you loved ones start complaining about how naive you were, in ever having childhood friends...         so what then? you become a hermit, you scratch off any form of human compassion readied for a relationship and then turn and say:      na co czekam? albo na autobus, pociąg, lub pi-ano. (what am i waiting for? either a bus, a train,          or a piano.) a ty, quo vadis?                      and you, where are you going?   well...  toward golgotha, since the "saviour" said      qua vadis, i.e. i, am, the way. yeah, but how do you know that the crux is the way? i mean, the heidegger stance is bound by quo... i.e. where... but qua? that's stating: as being, in an auto-suggestive format: a locus... the problem is the vadis-vadis... the internalißed experience of an introvert, and the externalißed experience of an extrovert... looking at these sentences, it's not even a problem... it's just what happens and will continue to happen; please don't bring darwinism into this... darwinism lacks all subjective sensibility... the gorillas have a population of 3,800... so i should feel something for them? why give me only a zoological subjectivity and the only subject that's the ******* dodos' extinction? lock me up in a lunatic asylum while you're at it, please! wankers. and yes, you're pushing it, seriously, this white guilt is driving me nuts, and making my ***** turn corners, when even light can't do that, without a mirror.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
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