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"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic."


Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll

Sunday, August 17, 2008, 7:02 PM

I just hate, hate, HATE every single effing racist elitist hoity-toity extremist in effing existence, who claims that only the best will ever survive, and I hate effing reality for making that whole pointless philosphy come true.

That said again, I'd rather stay on my own merit and make it in on my talent to somewhere meritocrious and democratic rather than resort to TIES (effing b*****, they're not everything) and connections to make it anywhere.

If that isn't the case I'd rather not do anything else, thanks very much.

I'm not going to sit here and whine about why this had to happen and so for and such of. I've already had my own fair share of joys, it's unfair that I should have only that and none of the grief.

In your effing eyes I ain't the effing best anymore.


Thanks so much for making me believe that since I could reason with anything else.



I'm a bloody pessimist. And you can't run from the blame.



So what? You didn't even make it up there in the effing first place.
In your effing philosophy it's probably already doomed you from the start.



It's just bloody unfair that it has to apply to me as well.


Don't pull me by the throat any longer. Perhaps this reality isn't an entire bed of roses after all, after how much I made myself believe otherwise.

Just go crumble away somewhere and rot into inexistence.

I have an alternative route out. I always knew this would happen. But you apparently think that once this is over, everything else is and I should just finish the last few metres to the cliff edge and throw myself off.

It's effing disgusting, but then again, isn't that always the way you've been?

So thanks that now I've got nothing left and you don't have to force me - I'll just kill myself and spare you your self-righteous guilt. Cos then I'd be moving the gun, and not you, so your effing oh-so-perfect bloody halo won't be knocked off.


Really. I don't know how long you'll last, so yeah, thanks. And good luck.







Is that it?


I've got nothing left?

Really?
Heck, it actually took me so long to realize.


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