Brocel!
You have built your being by sealing, like a termite, the outlets towards the light and curled up in a cocoon of habits, in the stifling ritual of everyday browsing .is
And although it drives you mad every day, you have painstakingly erected a rampart of this ritual against the foids, normies, chad and the feeling of depression.
It costs you hard enough to forget your human condition every day.
Now the clay from which you were formed has dried up and hardened.
No one will ever again find in you the astronomer, the musician, the altruist, the poet, the man who once inhabited you perhaps
You have built your being by sealing, like a termite, the outlets towards the light and curled up in a cocoon of habits, in the stifling ritual of everyday browsing .is
And although it drives you mad every day, you have painstakingly erected a rampart of this ritual against the foids, normies, chad and the feeling of depression.
It costs you hard enough to forget your human condition every day.
Now the clay from which you were formed has dried up and hardened.
No one will ever again find in you the astronomer, the musician, the altruist, the poet, the man who once inhabited you perhaps
