My ideas are no one else's, my thoughts are no one else's. I am young, alive, creative, beautiful. I am a superhero, I am Captain America, I am America. I AM THE FUCKING AMERICAN DREAM.
Who are you? Who do you think you are? You are nothing, vapid, petty, shallow. I am everything, and you are nothing, and you cannot touch me.
Ah, I fear death. Death is a waste.
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Ah, life.
everything is a waste.
why are we even alive.
I'm alive cause of the whole sperm/egg shinanegans. Since we're the ones with the words, we're the ones who define waste and we're the ones who define use.
Personally, I find most people to be rather special, and all in all life is very very underrated.
Nah, PChis. People like anonymous2 can die if they think everything is a waste. They're using up my air, my space, my world.
hmm...
I always thought one American principal was not to condemn waste, but to relish in it.
That may be your American principle, but it's not the American Dream.
We use toothpaste and then it's gone, but we use it towards the purpose of protecting our teeth. If we use our lives correctly is our death really a waste?
yes, it still is a waste Pchis.
if i use my life for some noble purpose and then i die, well you know what... I don't care because I'm dead.
also, that sounds kind of existential bullcrap to me. "existence preceeds essence" kind of deal.
Well, you know what? I think that life isn't a total waste, and that some people can make a difference in their lifetime.
And Tinted, even if you're dead and don't care, someone else probably will.
Er, I wasn't talking about dying!
I was talking about not dying!
Oh, sorry. I guess I just misunderstood. And also sorry about being a little snappish in my response.
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