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Human integrity is an oxymoron, emphasis on moron. That’s an old joke, for sure, but then humans are an old joke, too.
Yea. You know what you can do with that whole djinn thing.
Wash your own feet
So much recognition watching THE LAST JEDI.
Memory, memory, memory. Who’s got the memory? I want to remember how to play the cello.
a person who is put to death or endures great suffering on behalf of any belief, principle, or cause:
No.
You’re kidding yourselves that anything merely human is worth it.
2016. Two candidates are chosen. Each one more than than capable of pushing nuclear buttons. What a joke. A sick, twisted joke of humanity. But then again-- par for the course.
The human race, individually, and in groups large small, think I should care about its hatreds. I don’t.
You would think, across all these years, someone would have done something to try and convince me that humans are worth saving.
Utique Deus iratus est. Quare aliquis irascatur Deo?
Humans, why do you need your lies? Why do you need others to suffer to make yourselves feel better? It doesn’t matter where you’re from or what you look like. A bunch of guys with one common denominator-- they all hit on you in their younger, and blame these brief homosexual moments on you. Somehow, you MADE them feel this way, even though your disinterest is like a simple, COLD stone wall. This includes one very different than the others, who gets drunk and drives kids around, and leers at his 9 year old daughter-- sickly NOTICING her. Oh, he needs to feel like his all that. And he’s not alone. A simple lie to make your own sense of identity function. A sense of self-worth based on tiny, insignificant lies, and cruelties to over others. This appears to pick on the human male, but the female is not better, making up liasons that never happened, and conversations that just weren’t there in order-- and more cruel words to build themselves up. Making me sick. Bad plan.
Kindness is NOT approval. Approval is not just a choice, it is a decision, and never a reflex.
Humans: The talking, bipedal monkeys of all racial profiles, each one individually, and in groups of two to a billion-- incapable by nature to see past their own narrow world view.
And now the world knows the truth. While not a staged as professional wrestling, the NFL is still just as plotted out as any reality show.
I am one, but that one is a myriad, even a sea, sometimes calm, sometimes a storm. But that also means that the sea, the myriad, is also always the one.
Hello humans. Every day you make me feel sick. No matter how much it looks like you’ve changed, the truth always outs. You don’t change. You wallow in your willful repugnance. You like the freedom you think hatred brings you. You like the feeling of repressing others. If someone doesn’t think exactly like you do, feel the way you feel about things, you want to hurt them, or at the very least shut them out in the cold. You teach hatred, you breathe hatred. Racial hatred. Sexual hatred. Religious hatred. Political hatred. Hey, that’s what you were taught, right? After hatred, your favorite emotion is fear. Not scary movie fear-- deep fear. You like feeling it almost as much as you want to cause it-- one gives you an excuse for the disgusting things you do, and the other makes you feel powerful, even warm, and out of the cold. You like others to hurt so that your hurts seem less. You like hurting others so that you can feel stronger. You like telling yourself that you are human, and the other biped isn’t. You’ll use anything, any idea, any belief to convince yourself that your hatreds are justifiable. Right is on your side. But you are all human. It’s not just one religion, one racial background, one gender, one sexual orientation, one culture. It is all of you. All humans. Anyone reading this is taking it personally. Because, you know, deep down, you know you’re the only one that’s human. But you are all human. This condemns no particular race, outlook, religion, sexual orientation, or culture. Saying this won’t stop so many of you from thinking it condemns only you, or only them. And that’s totally human. But you’ll also apply this bit of human nature to these words-- proclaiming repugnance in them makes you right, after all. NO. Human. Everyone. You make me sick. Or, more likely, you’ll see a proclamation of repugnance at your culture-- etc. Not going to bother typing it all again-- and that means these words are in support whatever it is you tell yourself is wrong. Small mindedness is completely human, after all. NO. Well, yes-- small mindedness is human. NO. Nothing written here cares who your enemies are, or even cares about your enemies. HUMANS. MAKE. ME. ILL. And it well past time to heal,
I love you Aisha