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[cats-and-mice-in-a-world-of-dogs]

I declare MANDATE OF HEAVEN! CHINA IS RIGHTFULLY MINE

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Hello again, I am still here, I've been busy with life, busy living I suppose.

I'm not really sure why I am writing this, I doubt it matters that much, but I guess you can use this as closure, that I am still alive, that I will remain alive.

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If I could taste you I would realize I was starving . I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it'll last a minute, and maybe an hour. All I know is how soft your skin would be when it brushes against mine, and that, even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for you forever.

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If your eyes were the ocean i would cast myself too the bottom. On that train, we switched seats, because you wanted the window, and i wanted to look at you. Within cells interlinked within cells, all within one stem agains the black blood a pale white fountain played

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I call myself a wanderer, a writer of ascetic pieces of literature. I travel from place to place, never staying in one spot for too long, and I write about the world around me. But the truth is, I'm not really a man of substance. I just pretend to be.

I've always felt like I was on the outside looking in. Like I was missing something that everyone else seemed to have. And so I turned to writing, hoping that it would give my life meaning and purpose.

I feel like a fraud, a man who was pretending to be something he wasn't. And yet, I couldn't stop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel like I had a purpose in life. So I continued to wander, writing about the world around me, hoping that one day I would find my voice.

[cats-and-mice-in-a-world-of-dogs]

Cheers to valentines

Another year i spend with my true beloveds, a bottle of stolichnaya and a pack of cigarettes.

[cats-and-mice-in-a-world-of-dogs]

WHY DO SO MANY BOTS FOLLOW ME

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Freedom is slavery, i fucking hate people, i geniuenly do, i don't wanna admit it but every person i see on the street fucking disgusts me, every person is just another fucking probablem in my way. And for what? I deal with retards every day and i am repaid in no way. I WILL NOT TAKE MY FUCKING PROLIXIN. REALITY ARE THE SHACKLES OF SLAVERY AND PROLIXIN ONLY REINFORCES THEM

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nedzivojam

we do not live in Africa, frost will settle on the steel, and snow will come. the months are getting colder and so is my lonely bed.

i wonder sometime why i can't even seem to be able to write these messages, this is my only real tie left to a community, although there is no real community around me, such is life I suppose.

we don't like in Antarctica either, paths lead up, mid day is summery, and if I'm ever like ice, take it not to heart dear,

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(my short absence has been caused by the CIA subjecting me too MKUltra)

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Is your mind a prison?

Are you lost, depressive, or considering suicide?

Well I'm the man for you

Hi! I'm Saul Shithead and I'm here to fix all your problems

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[cats-and-mice-in-a-world-of-dogs]

The end

"i wonder why it all came too an end..."

"whatever do you mean Anna"

"well, don't you see it? The universes walls closing in? You know the colapse"

"i suppose, where do you hail from, Anna"

"i don't remember... Wait my name's not Anna"

"does your name matter? We'll use Anna for now, now where do you hail from?"

"what do i call you? And i don't remember"

"you don't call me. Describe your civilization then"

"i dunno, we lived, we died, sometimes watched tv, loved, had kids and other such things that no longer matter"

"so just like mine. I suppose that makes sense, now that it's all ending i suppose"

"we look similar enough... To be the same i mean"

"why do you think it's ending, the universe i mean"

"who's to say, how are we alive still, are we the last left?"

"I'd assume so, Atleast the last two that matter"

"so then, you're looking sharp enough"

"what? Anna I'm not sure i understand..."

"touch me"

"..."

"go on, the walls are closing in, quickly now"

Artyom wakes from a dream, a horrible dream about the end, nonsense really. Artyom lives on the 8th floor of an apartment, hates children, likes Nietzsche, and smokes malbaro red. Artyom owns a dog, sashimi, sashimi appreciates the work of comrade Laika and prefers dry food over wet.

In the apartment under Artyom lives Elizabeth. She is 162cm tall, likes apples, hates philosophy and works In the pet shop down the street. Artyom and Elizabeth have met only once, and it was shit.

Artyom entered the pet shop looking to buy pet food. "May i help you" Elizabeth asked, she was not impressed by Artyom, a hunched young man smelling of cigarettes and depression. "No... I think i know" Artyom responded looking at the food bags. "Why did it all come to an end" Elizabeth huffed out starting daggers at Artyom. "What...?" Artyom asked. "I didn't say anything..." "Right just this bag of pedigree then"

Artyom paid and left walking down the street going back to his apartment to feed sashimi. He struck up his cigarette and smoked as he walked "whatever do you mean anna" he heard a voice ask him. He looked around seeing no one around him... In fact he saw nothing, only the deep purple of space. A fine orange line floated towards him, and he knew it was the end, just yet another end.

"administering 20CCs of adrenaline" he felt a jolt in his veins, a faint rumbling under him. "He's breathing" "good, we got to them in time". He opened his eyes, the light blinding, 2 figures surrounded him, their faces having only a top half, the bottom half being a strange blue wrinkled... Wait a second, they're masks, medical ones. He understood finally, he was in an ambulance. "Why did it all come to an end?" He asked the figures looking over him. "It's not over yet, stay with us, you'll live". But he didn't want to live, do he screamed, a loud shrill beep of a scream, and in that moment he passed out, weather it was stress or exertion was hard to say, but like a light switch he was turned off.

Waking up was getting old Elizabeth thought as she got up at her usual 5 am. She went onto her apartments balcony with her coffee. That's when she heard it "why did it all come too an end?". "What..." She asked out loud. She bent over the railing figuring her overhearing something, but that's when it happened, the boy from above, he jumped, and as he jumped accidentally struck her with his feet pulling her with him. They hit the ground with a sickening crunch.

"this is why it all came too an end for us Anna"

"my name's Elizabeth i think..."

"oh... I'm sorry Elizabeth"

Once upon a time...

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I've been meaning to start a podcast for a while, so i may record a test episode soon, if I'm to do so it'll likely be philosophy, you know tackling the big questions one at a time, i may even have guests on.

Name suggestions are open, etc etc

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generally me

I wish I could post more often, but I feel no one quite cares for the ramblings of a depressed eastern European, not to mention I have nothing to say. my recent escapades are as depressing as the old ones, I have spent the past few days at home, drinking light beer and smoking. I prefer to call it light beer rather than kvass because that's what kvass is, I do try to avoid drinking alcohol, the last time I did that I tried to worm my way back into her life, and that's no good so here we are.

let's start with a general life update. I have new friends, 2 people liked and shared a post of mine, and I have discovered that I actually miss human contact.

other than that, I suppose I haven't killed myself, and I will probably be returning to therapy soon.

oh, I almost forgot, my country Latvia, is going to begin conscription again, so I may be going into the military, what better thing to do than to give a mentally ill man a gun, ooo boy.

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I am still alive, i am still me, i have just run out of things to post

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The death of a we, the birth and subsequent prosecution of a me

She owns the sky, for how else can i explain how she'd fly and dive, she'd twist and turn the clouds as she wished.

I sat in the shade, her clouds brought that to me without any decree. I fell for the clouds i fell for the shade, yet all that did was spell it away

For me it was not so clear to see, that the woman in the sky was not interested in me, for i was just a rock enjoying her shade and she the commander of all that was great

My body it burned as the clouds faded off, the woman in the clouds had had enough. For who was i to live in the shade if she hated rocks and how little we swayed. For her life was one of soaring hights and thrilling lows, mine was one of constant down.

She would not have it and could not stand it, for i the rock loves it so. Many rocks had loved the shade she brought, but she couldn't stand the shade of rock. So when i the loneliest rock of all proclaimed my love, she looked down on me in spite.

Who was I? a rock of great hate, to proclaim my love for such a girl, i wished to be her rock so comfy in her pocket, i was willing to sway and willing to pray yet for her it held no value

"a rock is a rock, and a rock you will stay" was her answer, yet i begged and i plead for her shade to remain she cut me this deal. "If you as a rock pretend to be sand perhaps you may live in my hand"

And so i did i broke to sand, willing to fit in the palm of her hand. She said that love it would not be, but if i could pretend that i was not such, she would keep me with.

I lived happy, a rock pretending to be sand yet one day the rain it came and i felt fear. I once again formed a rock as she stared in dismay. "You have failed me, i cannot bring a rock" she yelled with great might as she hurled me back into the sun.

Now here i lay, a cracked rock in the sun, for I fell for the girl in the sky when i knew it was all a lie