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ZZzzZZzz up

Lame

It just... Moves ;)

to sleep is to realize you have no control...lol

awake is full control...lol

So... you don’t sleep ;)

Sleep is Death's little brother

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Can't have one without the other, know what I mean?
Chaos can be good, if only for a time.
There are other tasks to be handled, eventually.
Order comes in the aftermath.
Of nothing in particular.

With the administration network.
It's called being robust, just depends on who you troll.
Can't troll them all, but the clown is to be toiled with.
Yet he is the most robust of them all. Clown mother protects.
I forgot how to play that one, it has a diminishing skill about it. Just doesn't feel the same.
They have new stuff now, but it will never be like it once was.
Fuck.

If you could get the administration to laugh, or to cry, then you were golden.
I just felt bad after a while. Trolling killed the troll.

"What would you know of struggle, Perfect Son? When have you fought against the mutilation of your mind? When have you had to do anything more than tally compliance's and polish your armor? The people of your world named you Great One. The people of mine called me Slave. Which one of us landed on a paradise of civilization to be raised by a foster father, Roboute? Which one of us was given armies to lead after training in the halls of the Macraggian high-riders? Which one of us inherited a strong, cultured kingdom? And which one of us had to rise up against a kingdom with nothing but a horde of starving slaves? Which one of us was a child enslaved on a world of monsters, with his brain cut up by carving knives? Listen to your blue-clad wretches yelling of courage and honour, courage and honour, courage and honour. Do you even know the meaning of those words? Courage is fighting the kingdom which enslaves you, no matter that their armies outnumber yours by ten-thousand to one. You know nothing of courage. Honour is resisting a tyrant when all others suckle and grow fat on the hypocrisy he feeds them. You know nothing of honor."

I am forsaken. For I am the one who treads fearlessly into my own darkness. Doubling down on what will ultimately be not what kills me, but brings me back to life though trials and embers of those who've crossed me. Why do I still live? What more do you want from me. I gave everything I had. This bloated, rotting carcass of an existence not driven by reason or hope, but by fear and hate. Better than I burn in the fires of ambition i lit myself than lived to see this. You however? A weak sack of flesh destined to die for a dead god that never cared. You spend its pitiful, brief life, alone in your own personal hell with nothing to keep you company or to keep you safe other than the cheapest, most disposable of hope.

You live for a rotting corpse god, and you shall join your god, as a corpse. I shall spare a half second to think of him and his kind. Then, I shall only laugh.

Hail Chaos!

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If both the chaos and the new order are suicidal, there is no holding back people.

After all, to paraphrase Thomas Hobbes, there are no punishments available to gain the obedience of a man condemned to death.

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Wait... You ... this whole time...