UTF-8 (Unikodas)
2008-05-04

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Life is a bitch. Bitches, as one is aware of, are to be
fucked. People are different in the way they do it.

Most of us don't even think about it - they just fuck
and expect to experience orgasm ("life fullfillment" as
some call it; "harmony" and the like). When they fail
to experience this, they get frustrated and angry. They
blame the bitch and do one of the following things:
they try fucking even harder, or they refuse to fuck at
all. Neither of the two kinds get what they have wanted.
Too bad.

Some of us foresee the upcoming trouble and ignore the
nature of the bitch (that is, to be fucked) from the
beginning. They think that if they don't expect anything
from life and don't fuck, they'll live a quiet happy
life. They miss one thing: that is, deep inside they DO
want to fuck and they DO want to get something from it
(perhaps some respect, or an answer). Thus by ignoring
the nature, they get nothing and are not, after all, in
harmony with this fact. (Hence nihilism or hippies
(though this is generalization)).

Most of what has left are the people who call themselves
"thinkers"; they indeed have got bright minds and have
unraveled a number of mysteries. They especially like to
intellectualize about the bitch and the fucking itself.
Most of the time, though, they miss the beauty of it as
they attempt to put everything in "a structured way".
But fear not: they have an answer to this kind of
behaviour as well: by doing so (rationalizing instead of
simply fucking) they retain "a clear mind". These people
don't experience the beauty of the act itself, but
instead have put it in categorized sections with labels
such as "explanations of sex" and "orgasm explained".

There are, however, people left who neither disapprove
nor stress fucking. They don't really like to
rationalize but they do not, on the other hand, cling on
to sex. They don't find their existence bound to fucking
the bitch, though they seem to like watching her walk
around and talk to other Earth's inhabitants. They just
let go: they fuck when they want to fuck, they peel
oranges when they feel like it. They don't refuse to
think - oh no! - yet they find thinking irrelevant in
most cases (it's not that intellectually challenging to
fuck anyways). They prefer to think of the whole thing
with the bitch as a game; they nevertheless enjoy
playing it, and sometimes like to forget that it's a
game.

But it's only a matter of time before they remember this,
and then they make a wide smile. You know.

Fucking is fun.
So is life.