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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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thats like half a normal person foot
are there mini footed ppl running around here
omgggg
like normal sized except 4 feet
did u just go to a scary visual place too or is it just me
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Or, you know.
Ordinary human children.
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i forgot about bbs
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They do tend to exist outside of the immediate visual field.
So hey.
I want to hear about school.
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we sit in a room w other snotty kids and they talk at u for like literally forever
and u have to be quiet which is bullshit bc i have goddamn questions u know
and u cant get up and walk around
and u need like a ruler with a bell on it to go to the bathroom and i dont get what im supposed to do with a fucking ruler when i get there but hokay
and then we get to eat lunch which is pretty awesome cux rosie and dave and co are there
and science class is like basic but fun cuz i rock at it :3
and there are some dec books to read in english and the new teach is pretty and nice
but its a lot of sitting and following rules which is fuckin bullshit
i taught myself just fine the carapace barely did jack shit
and i dont get why i have to work in groups and but apparently its part of being socialized
i dunno it was more fun when i was drinking tbh but i dont think that helped my uh academic performance
according to this report card
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rose is cool and i think i went kinda overboard sometimes so i told her id cut back as a favor to her
she liked that
and then janey had a sitdown with me liek bff to bff and i dunno
it just prob isnt healthy?? long term
it fucking SUCKED the first week or whatever but now appanrently the toxins are out of my body and i feel like i can fly into the fuking sun
so its pretty awesome
also less typos which can only help the spelling portion on this report card
i mean i dropped a fucking grade in it it was downright shameful
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I mean.
100% of my processes support you and DS going to school like kids not born post-apocalypse.
Hanging out with other fleshbags doing whatever you husks of organic matter do.
But still feels like 'raised and educated self in a more-or-less civilized human being on desolated, alien ruined planet' should get you a free pass and full scholarship at least through post-grad.
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its all really basic shit
for some reason they dont believe a drunk chick when she scream about how smart i am
go fig
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It's like they don't know the mark of a grown-ass fully capable genius scientist.
Maybe you'll convince them with the next report card.