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- Name:
- Cynthia
- Age:
- 37
- Gender:
- Female
- Location:
- Durham, NC
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About
So I've been having a lot of thoughts lately. Maybe contemporary post classic
natural philosophy. It was thought that constant change, was in fact the most
basic characteristic of nature. Ergo, everything is in constant flux and
movement and nothing is abiding. We can not step twice into the same river. When
I step for the second time into the goddamned river; neither I nor the river are
ever the goddamn same. So I've been thinking about drowning lately. You know.
Symbolically. And so I've been thinking about fate as well. The Greeks called it
Fatalism; the belief that whatever happens is predestined. Fate is slutted
throughout history through some goddamn form of oracle type of fucking outlet.
So whatever fucking vague ambiguous shit perspective is forseen; in retrospect
is actually quite unforseeable and difficult to repudiate. Whenever I look at the
stars, I see a fucking chaos of twinkling dots. Tragedy foreshadowed.
Someone shoot me. Because you know. It's not like I can escape my destiny.
And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like.
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...
natural philosophy. It was thought that constant change, was in fact the most
basic characteristic of nature. Ergo, everything is in constant flux and
movement and nothing is abiding. We can not step twice into the same river. When
I step for the second time into the goddamned river; neither I nor the river are
ever the goddamn same. So I've been thinking about drowning lately. You know.
Symbolically. And so I've been thinking about fate as well. The Greeks called it
Fatalism; the belief that whatever happens is predestined. Fate is slutted
throughout history through some goddamn form of oracle type of fucking outlet.
So whatever fucking vague ambiguous shit perspective is forseen; in retrospect
is actually quite unforseeable and difficult to repudiate. Whenever I look at the
stars, I see a fucking chaos of twinkling dots. Tragedy foreshadowed.
Someone shoot me. Because you know. It's not like I can escape my destiny.
And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like.
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...
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