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My world is cursed, and I — like this world — am a cursed, shattered thing.
The soil beneath my feet is cursed.
Every human being walking on this planet is cursed. Somewhere, at some unknown point in time, we made such a mess of things that even God no longer wishes to clean it up. We have proven our failure — and we will live forever in the stench of our own filth.
Our societies have grown stupid.
They can no longer distinguish reality from lies.
They only wish to remain captive in the world that is fed to them. It does not matter to me —
I do not want to be part of this game. What utter nonsense they force down our throats, all in the name of an insatiable lust — and people who choose to remain imprisoned by that lust forever. I will not become part of this filth and vulgarity. I do not wish to be, and I will not be.
