TS Essay

By VeNgeR GrEenTag


Really whats life?
Lets bother to ask this question...
Under thousand doom projects...
Under pile of shit...
Is it thy stealing of identity and thy lies and whats true and suthetic about life when each thing has been adapted...
Autheticity means being born with you...
Being in your nature...

Not thy provocative something which has been adaptation.
Adaptation is not authenticity its a coping mechanism which most tine dognatically and scietifically fails...
Makes a mistakes
Dies
It just ends...
Really does somebody ask questions like

"Whats my purpose?
Why I am here
Does God Exist"
Is there out there such type of guy who is i interested in this...
Is there?
Or its a lie...
We tell each other...
We rather focus on overthinking,overdoing and overtasking...
And even overeating than...
Going schedule such deep reality question...
Can we make assumption that one nation is dumb and another is genius?
When slaves
Broad
Rap - (secret codes"
Hip Hop - Dancing
Twerking
Jazz
Comedy

Black people broad it on the table, thats my best speculation which I can allow myself to make that far.
Its life a diagram?
Fucked up graphic chart?
Do you get points?
Questions pop up... but do we answer them or add up more mysteries and go around like a dieing alcoholic or dieing drug addict refuses...
To acknowledge that this which they are taking ...
Is causing them pain.
Is it life so paintful, depressive?

Or just another peculiar lie...
What is it?
And definetly the ugly ass bitch is a keeper and the beauty pageant nowhere near getting her...
Just get some clarity men...
Suicide is a solution when no other options are available.
As long more data and stats pop up...
People can at least enjoy life.
But is life a jolt of pain?
A plug of cabel pain?
Is it TV even more paintful...

Food is a good option
Sex also
But as long you keep normality... its okay... but the moment you go way above normal...
You screw up
Say "Hi to ignorant addiction!"