Oh Oblivion, the almighty equalizer. Not even Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerburg, Warren Buffet or even Elon Musk will be able to escape her. No Chad, no Stacy, no Brad, nor Rachel. They can accumulate all they want. Say what they want, do what they will.
In the end, the climax, the finale, the conclusion: it is all returned to where it all was. When they die their assets will be fought over by their children. And later the children of someone else will tear them apart for those assets. Ad infinitum. On and on it goes, creators, possessors and inheritors onto the last man. And then, nothing. The particles that belonged to Stacies and Tracies collide with your own in the remnants of a destroyed Earth.
All is forgotten, all made equal for eternity - until another mistake. All is cope from this final, ultimate truth. But all along this truth was the true cope.
To have experienced some momentary happiness, in whatever shape it takes: whether here, or in a yacht with your mistresses in L.A, it is the only and ultimate victory. This was, we are and I am victorious.
In the end, the climax, the finale, the conclusion: it is all returned to where it all was. When they die their assets will be fought over by their children. And later the children of someone else will tear them apart for those assets. Ad infinitum. On and on it goes, creators, possessors and inheritors onto the last man. And then, nothing. The particles that belonged to Stacies and Tracies collide with your own in the remnants of a destroyed Earth.
All is forgotten, all made equal for eternity - until another mistake. All is cope from this final, ultimate truth. But all along this truth was the true cope.
To have experienced some momentary happiness, in whatever shape it takes: whether here, or in a yacht with your mistresses in L.A, it is the only and ultimate victory. This was, we are and I am victorious.
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