How to succumb to a fictional fallacy that we have created. This so-called life has become our shackles while we wander in a biological existence that can easily be proven, but impossible to disprove. Yet, we are forced to accept a fiction dictated by those who refuse to explain. I want an explanation. In this brief biological existence of mine, I require the best that is on offer. Not something created out of thin air, but something of the air that is already there. Something I can touch, and fell, and smell. I want to be George Carlin. I want to feel the deity.
But why? Is it a weirding? I don't know. I don't want to experience a doomed existence. I want to live. I want to live the way I want to. This is where I stand. In this brief biological existence.
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