C:

No
Yes
Maybe

C: Maybe:

I
You
They
We

C: Maybe: We:

Can
Cannot
Will
Will not

C: Maybe: We: Can:

Better
Worsen
Live
Die

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live:

And
Or
But
A
An

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But:

What
Even
When
If
Dolly
Infinity
Death
Only
Life
Living

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What:

Kind
Life
Sort
Will
Can
If
Price

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: I am so fucking depressed I don’t know what to do with myself. Typing that out led me to a new level of depression. As if depression was a video game. And I beat the fifth level boss. So I can go lower. Comparatively, my life is great. Comparatively, my life is crap. Neither is helpful. Because the depression results from my life being comparative, period. If my life is great and my life is crap then my life is nothing at all. And what kind of life is that? Every life, one might say. But that’s not helpful either, since if my life is every life, I can still say what fucking point is there in leading every life when all I have is my crap not crap life. My life is not every life, period. So I am saying if my life is not beyond compare, it is no life at all. And that is true. It is true just like hope before death. You still die but somehow hoping you wouldn’t just before you did made actually doing it better. Or at least you hope it did. Which is retarded. And I mean that in the sense of a brain damaged person. Implying that the human condition is brain damaged. Implying that actual brain damaged humans really aren’t different except in daily functionality, which explicates the possible perceived offense. Which is a retarded logical extension of all this idiocy. You see the whole system is fucked. And trying to talk through a fucked system is like trying to fuck a wall. And with every word typed I go deeper into the reality of the futility of saying or typing any of this. Nothing helps, including help. Help is in the system, and cannot help itself. What will be will be. Which implies there is no point. Not having a point is the most obvious aspect of existence, and the most ignored. So hedonism reigns, with varying polite shared delusions of faith in some kind of point, which moralities are sculpted from and around. Mainly that is done so that four weak people don’t gangbang the one in five who are strong. Darwinian evolution favors delusion. That should have been obvious from the start. Obviously twenty thousand years of successfully bred delusions of anthropomorphisms of nature should have been a big clue. But they weren’t. Hence the genetic viability of the deluded fucking the deluded. And it continues. There is a direct correlation between the amount of delusion in daily life and the amount of babies one pops out. ‘The meek shall inherit the earth’ was no light platitude. My parents were highly deluded. I’m guessing there’s a very good chance yours were too. Without good delusions, there would be no people. So there you have it atheists – god or nothing and no one. You are a dying breed.

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If:

This
No
That
There
We
The

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If: That:

Doesn’t
Isn’t
Is
Will
Won’t
Does
Kills

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If: That: Isn’t:

Life
Living
Enough
The
What

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If: That: Isn’t: Enough:

To

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If: That: Isn’t: Enough: To:

Keep
Not
Actually
Be
Live
Give
Still

C: Maybe: We: Can: Live: But: What: If: That: Isn’t: Enough: To: Not: