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my roommate thinks that nothing is real and human emotion's not something you feel our bodies are atoms, drawn at random impulse, stimuli, action, reaction atoms spark to form wonders in impossible numbers what you call life is storms of molecule clusters you don't hear sound, you interpret waves internal vibrations make the words in your brain your hurt and your pain sent in circuits and chains then you learn to obey them or you Kurt Cobain them splurge your paycheck to forget where the day went and return to the place where the gibberish makes sense a junkie or a patient, a corner or office what difference is it really if you get them from doctors? got our beliefs, higher minds cos we're human but that mind is just tissue, your life is a rubric evolution didn't improve us, it just changed our state there's no relative value between a man and an ape the advancements we make are just changes in direction and the chances we take are arranged in a method fate is the way it is, we're watching it happen pacing past pages, pausing with chapters you will die, along with everyone you know your body is matter and will soon decompose every empire falls, each dynasty dies and when this clicks is when you've finally arrived From Letras Mania