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thoughtformed2012-12-28 11:00 pm
existechialism) wrote in thoughtformed2012-12-28 11:00 pm
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Hmm. Ok.
I think I have officially been ‘real’ long enough to have settled into the experience. You know, gotten over the complete fuckin’ shock and everything. And one thing I have noticed is the lack of any god damn qualifiable difference between my present state of being ‘real’ and my past state of what I guess these dudes would call my fictionality, or fictioness. Tack on any adjectival ending you prefer; there ain’t no such thing as an adjectival form of fiction just like there ain’t no such thing as any of us since we came here, if I’m getting this right. Thank god these benevolent dictators of reality took us by our ignorant hands and led us out of the cave of shadows into the light because why the fuck not embody the fictional trope of the noble but misguided savage while acting out the wet dream of every totalitarian dystopia ever wrought by pen. Way to keep it real, dudes.
So maybe I am just blinded by the realness of this real reality versus the kindergarten cut-out of non-reality I inhabited before,
But when exactly do I start feeling it?
Is it when I graduate reality high school, or do I have to go to reality college? Do I get a special set of reality-seeing glasses along with my diploma, and if so, can I get them in the shape of a radical pair of right triangles?
Or is it more like the onset of puberty or maybe even some Kafka-esque metamorphosis? One day I just wake up and it’s like shit, look at all this really real realness. This is like. The Platonic form of realness beside which all other realness must scuff in an embarrassed and flushed fashion at the floor.
When I referred to any kind of shit getting real before I might as well have been calling orange soda orange juice because that shit was in fact nothing but cancerous artificial preservatives lacking any nutritional value next to what I assume is a tastier and healthier alternative.
Doubt it though.
Fucking nothing is tastier than orange soda.
Anyway. 'Sup New Moore.
I think I have officially been ‘real’ long enough to have settled into the experience. You know, gotten over the complete fuckin’ shock and everything. And one thing I have noticed is the lack of any god damn qualifiable difference between my present state of being ‘real’ and my past state of what I guess these dudes would call my fictionality, or fictioness. Tack on any adjectival ending you prefer; there ain’t no such thing as an adjectival form of fiction just like there ain’t no such thing as any of us since we came here, if I’m getting this right. Thank god these benevolent dictators of reality took us by our ignorant hands and led us out of the cave of shadows into the light because why the fuck not embody the fictional trope of the noble but misguided savage while acting out the wet dream of every totalitarian dystopia ever wrought by pen. Way to keep it real, dudes.
So maybe I am just blinded by the realness of this real reality versus the kindergarten cut-out of non-reality I inhabited before,
But when exactly do I start feeling it?
Is it when I graduate reality high school, or do I have to go to reality college? Do I get a special set of reality-seeing glasses along with my diploma, and if so, can I get them in the shape of a radical pair of right triangles?
Or is it more like the onset of puberty or maybe even some Kafka-esque metamorphosis? One day I just wake up and it’s like shit, look at all this really real realness. This is like. The Platonic form of realness beside which all other realness must scuff in an embarrassed and flushed fashion at the floor.
When I referred to any kind of shit getting real before I might as well have been calling orange soda orange juice because that shit was in fact nothing but cancerous artificial preservatives lacking any nutritional value next to what I assume is a tastier and healthier alternative.
Doubt it though.
Fucking nothing is tastier than orange soda.
Anyway. 'Sup New Moore.
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i dont need me to like
bring gauze or tissues
or snacks
omg u brought ur glasses
sweet deal
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When have I ever traveled without at least two extraneous versions of myself in case I run out of pedantic horseshit to say.
And I'm fine.
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tho we got some cats
rosie gave me one its super cute and the roommie has one
just one opposed to like a billion is okay
maybe u could stay w me my roommate like lives in the woods
not like jake shes like half feral but in a cool way
altho she puts grouse in the fridge
what the fucks a grouse amirite
but like if u didnt want to live w some stranger theres like spot in my place
janeys over lots
dave too
oh dave has a crush on my roommate its super awkward lmao
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And yeah, that sounds fine, assuming you're not going to cause some kind of interspecies scandal being under the same roof as Hal.
Or that one of your cats isn't going to chew on him.
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vodka mutini is cat teething
or just being a pain im not a very good disciplinarian
surprise we have to go to school next week
ugh i got my report card against bluhhhhhhhhhhhhh
school fucking sux btw get ready for that
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How firm is this 'have to' we are talking about?
Like are we talking about a sharply-worded admonishment or full on corporal punishment levels of strictness?
And don't even sweat what some stupid piece of paper says. Some dudes who think school prepares you for reality don't know shit.
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like 5 hour smutty movie marathon with a choice babe firm
or i dunno for u like a choice dude
5 hour marathon of looking at his buns firm
we have to go is what im saying
yah i mean normally i wouldnt care but the principal is like really chill
and he used to let me booze up in class cuz he said i was from a broken home and i kinda made up some shit but it was workin when it worked
anyway he gets all weepy when u dont do good
he is not gonna be psyched about this paper grade sheet bullshit
ugh somebody has to sign it fml
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It sounds like this principal guy has his own issues experiencing reality if he thinks his salty body secretions are going to do jack shit to sway me into attending Indoctrination High.
Could be worth it for the sheer novelty of it but I expect that to last no more than three days.
Bring it with you. I'll sign it.
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he arranged a whole summer camp with leek color guard and we went to a fire station and rosie and this jerk troll blew it up
oh yah theres trolls here too but theyre mostly okay
that chick who choked me out in the void showed up but shes actually pretty cool in scam artist
kinda like a wannabe condesce only not scary sans the choking
anyway all these ppl are at school including me and jane and jake so u should come just to keep us company
and awwww ur sweet
but i think it has to be signed by like a grown up or something
usually the roommates so maybe ill catch mine between hunts or something
last time i just posted it on the network and somebody ollied up to sign it
he was nice
cept this one is pretty bad i dunno how much i want it out in the open
well see
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why whats the last thing u remember
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Nothing of much import. Just chilling out on LoTaK the day before Jane's birthday.
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last i remember somebody smooched somebody disembodied head nudge nudge
an then we were here
ive been here for a really long time asctually didnt u miss me???
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Nah. Go figure, more time shenanigans at work. Last thing I was doing was about to answer a pester from you about what I assume was Jane's birthday.
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u just missed like our bdays but whatever
jackassery w time is nothing new 4 us rite
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Anyway back to all that shit you said before. So am I to understand the premise writes a sketchy as fuck boonbond that experience doesn't cash?
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and i guess me being drunk as fuck prob wasnt super convincin of that neither
we have to go to school for a couple years or something
like i said jane and english are there so its not terrible
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If only to investigate the 'realness' of high school stereotypes I have heard so much about through various fictional works.
Perhaps if I publish a paper on normative high school behavior as compared to its fictional representation they'll let slide.
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it wont be as annoying w u there tho so awesome
man
we gots to find english tho hes gonna be psyched to see you
i mean janeys psyched 2 i bet but cmon
u gotta be pumped like loads more for him rite
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We can get caught on purpose co-writing Detective Pony fic.
Rated NC-17, of course, as though fan fiction, like the internet, existed for anything else but porn.
And yeah I've got my "Do you like me, circle yes or no" note prepped and ready to go.
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u need to just accept u are wrong about the greatest artform ever
blows ur pony satire outta the fucking water
cool i will just text him a fucking gain cux hes having adventures or taking a nap??
i mean it goes either way
i dont think hes ever see his grandma 2.0 yet
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No rush. After I grab Hal I am dropping by AU tinybro's place for presents, I guess. And poptarts. You coming with?
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i dont have a crush on her