Dude, I promise that the end of time comes EVERY DAY.
It is pointless to exist. The insufferable ennui of the drudgery of simple existance destroys, like a cancer in my heart, the shallow vanity of life. All that I ever do, all that I ever think, speak, or see: my life, my dreams, my hopes, my fears, my emotions, they all have no meaning, or effect, or hope, whatsoever. A lifetime of being so screwed — no more important than if I had succeeded in all my efforts — both without meaning and without purpose. The wisps and cobwebs of this temporary reality have falsely proclaimed themselves as real, and in it’s doing, destroyed all they touched.
.”...insufferable ennui of the drudgery ...”
Laz... are you saying Matt Drudge is insufferably boring???
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“It is pointless to exist. The insufferable ennui of the drudgery of simple existence destroys, like a cancer in my heart, the shallow vanity of life.”
If that’s the case, my advice is to start saving string.
Laz, existence most assuredly has a point.
Skyrim
Lydia.
Nuff said...
Dear G_D if I felt like that I would stick a pistol in my mouth and end it. Plus without you who would we have to “I’d hit that” at the proper time?
Well, er, uh, what are you trying to say?