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Selective Empathy

  A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme

Terraforming The World

  We face a crossroads in life, it is what is it we're going to be like. This happens almost everyday, but we can picture it like a timeline of life. Specifically we can hone in on the period of puberty as a time we were uncertain with ourselves and our goals. It was a time in which we doubted things that were told to us, it was when we didn't have a framework in place of what we called reality. The issue is that this problem didn't magically go away. It only feels as though it did, because we gained more information. We wanted to be seen as smart in our eyes, we wanted answers. It is far from the full picture, though, this is just the surface of the surface of the surface of the insurmountable amount of data and knowledge we could possibly possess.  Yet, when we are challenged, our minds will not form to append this new idea of what we've just learned, it will instead fight it off until we have no choice but to accept it. This happens in war, this happens in the mind,

fat_fucks && thirty-fives

Approaching the surface of the once beautiful Earth, there flew a tornado-y flying machine It wiped the surface of the blue pearl and removed the remnants of souls In thirty-five years, the fat man ate his own In thirty-five years, soaring was a new hope, and a fictitious one at that. There wasn't much to love about the fat man, Except that he was a close reminder to the kids that being fat was ugly That's all he was good for anyways. But also the fat man was you, and the fat man is me, and the fat man is the fat man. Most importantly, the fat man is all of us. Sitting upon the throne of enlightenment was his 50-count McNuggets with a large Diet  Coke (he didn't want the extra calories.) But his fatness was glorious, so much to the world that he developed type II diabetes at  thirty-five, and ashamedness forced him into devouring matter. But the fat man was a hog of the world itself moreso. He hogged its real estate, and used  fat fires to power his fans to cool his sweat h