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All stories are real

FICTION = REALITY

How long we been smoking dust for?

Any updates on this?

There is a standard media depiction of a "healed" person. Someone who has Gone To Therapy. I've noticed this in a few works recently. We often see them at the end of a story, maybe in a "ten years later" epilogue. They speak in a soft, serene voice. They have Accepted what they cannot change. They have let go of a lot, including most of what we see them actually care about in the story itself. They are Happy, At Peace, in some non-descript way. They bare little resemble to the person we were actually shown. They bare little resemblance to any person. We were shown, as we usually are in stories, an agent, a desirer, someone becoming. Now they have Become. And they look back on all that silly becoming as something childish that they have moved past. Fire, you know, fire is for children who don't know any better. To be Healed is to have your fire rightly extinguished; to not even miss it.

"DSM-5 seems to have no definition of happiness other than the absence of suffering. The normal individual in this book is tranquilized and bovine-eyed, mutely accepting everything in a sometimes painful world without ever feeling much in the way of anything about it." — Sam Kriss's review of the DSM-5 as a piece of surrealist literature

I hope you think of me fondly and then you hear a banging on the barricade and you see a nazi zombie and it starts pulling at the wooden boards and you have to shoot it and other zombies before they kill you and your three teammates and you can unlock new items and areas nearby by killing zombies fot points and theres even some fun powerups and hidden secrets to find

Honestly i just want to be real for once looking at my old days i used to be chill and shit just vibing in those innosent days playing fifa and sipping cold ones with my boys it was purely real shit living that holistic life seeing the good side avoiding the strife but now i got that mindset beaten out of me the twisted dark life is the new reality stuck in my pad guzzling a handle a day thinking luvsick thouhts that dont go away