Please scroll past these blocks of texts. Please erase all of my posts from the Internet. Please erase the Internet. Thank you.
People are simply chunks of matter with a block of text attached. So when 2 people encounter each other their blocks of text collide and that generates 2 new blocks of text in their mind ready to collide again, and the cycle repeats. But it is mostly a game of testing what opposes our will power, the opposing will power games, we want A and the other person may or may not want the same or similar or slightly different hence the debate, interaction, the colliding and interacting blocks of text (and that is why people want to eat and stay together to feel they have a similar will power wanting the same things, friend or foe, but mostly a slight game of approval and disapproval, but mostly approval as we are all friends, etc.). And even our face, body, situation, all of those objective invariants of which we cannot do much about (the girl wants a pretty face but has an ugly one, etc.) seem to be part of an abstract will power opposing ours (and we try a surgery to fix a face, body and make it prettier and such) with the idea that in some strange way our invariants are actually dependent on our will power, when they are a given, independent: as if our ugly face is saying something that we don’t want to say since it gives a given reaction of disgust from the other person, as if that can depend on my will power, but it can’t, it is independent but we still create a guilt complex on something that we didn’t do or choose but gets associated with our will power and wanting it. So we try to compensate in all possible ways, but, lets face it, nothing you can do can make ugly pretty, so just give up and accept it (especially if pretty also means pretty body, sound of voice, way of moving in others word hot and even more than hot, intriguing and so forth, and then add nice and interesting blocks of text that pretty chunk of matter emits and there is then no comparison, matter just decided that one chunk is better than another and you are the bad chunk, the envious, jealous bad one full of guilt because you know you are the bad one and you suck and you assign it your own fault when matter and that huge turd of nature decided for you). As if the ugly face is a set of symbols that you always say but goes completely against what you want to say therefore embarrasses you, makes you lose a win/lose game, it opposes your will power but it is saying it all the same.
And even more interesting is the association of a pretty face with a block of text and how the block of text changes and becomes more interesting and almost acceptable independent of what the block of text says: if San Jose Mommy’s (by the way, will you be my mommy, please ? I need a mommy more than I need to get laid, I haven’t had a boner in 20 years, go figure, will you be my mommy ? pretty please ? I can play in the backyard while you cook…and I need a spanking too!) hot and horny teenage slut talks, then whatever she says, whatever block of text becomes “pretty” interesting, but only because a pretty chunk of matter is emitting the symbols, but the symbols get confused and interact with the other parts of the chunk of matter, while if that old piece of crap Alexandra talks (maybe she was hot when she was young, but she is now a horny slut that plays with vlad’s black d*ldo, go figure) any block of text she emits becomes a huge pile of crap and false: the independence of the symbols emitted from the chunk of matter no longer holds, the symbols get contaminated by the emitting chunk of matter.
TOBOR