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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


i have yet to find a quiet place with which there is no insanity.

and in the darkness of the room i abide by, the looming frog with his majesty treats me into

this abode i call home.

the force of the air can be felt through the pores of my skin.

i sit and feel the tendons of my eyes pressing against the back of my sockets.

truth be told, there is a man living inside my mind.

he is the man that told me to rewrite this story.

he is the man that i dont know how to control.

this man loves to learn of inconsistencies, his urges to fulfill the need of the many provide

little want for the few, and in return, the corporate monkeys fixate their growing wealth

on his pile of trash.

his pile of trash is my hair.

and my hair is the one that forces my mind to be awake.

maybe i should go bald.

in the back of my skull lies the one and only truly terrifying subject.

the only thing that really concerns me is what it tells me to do.

yes, i listen to its calls, and i havent quite figured out why i do it.

perhaps the deepness of its voice persuades me to listen to its demands.

my skull tells me all sorts of tragedies of man.

tragedies that i myself have experienced, and tragedies that those around me wish to


the tragedies of complete forcing filler fasting far ffafasfsadfasdgfdasdfsfad the master of

its deeds is my master, and the master of the world is the one who is evil.

god has told me once that he wants all of us to listen to me.

i hope you can understand the substrate the world resides in.

my fingers are dehydrated, and my nose is cracking.

the trembling dark hair of my beloved lay on my chest, and i sit looking at the once truly

beautiful specimen she was.

dont care, theres no time.

but the fact of the matter is that the once charming person i was, has become somewhat of

a recluse.

does this really come as any sort of surprise to the downtrodden?

the greyness of the sky is the same greyness i saw once i approached my new caging hotel.

ah yes, the once beautiful metro i lived in is now its grandson.

and hello hello, what a surprise, the lovely ladies of the night wish to get with me.

if i only had twenty dollars.

maybe this would help the strongness of my soul regain its beauty.

hahaha, i can see why you would laugh, but maybe you shouldn't be laughing at this.

maybe this reigns true to you, and you believe it to be.

maybe instead of this beautiful land, you see the same five areas you've always seen, and

then add a little bit of ethanol to make it go by.

yes, maybe i do, but i am living its wonder.

maybe you should instead face the giants of the land, and instead face your fears.

maybe you should figure out how to stop being a stressed monkey with wings.

i am but a soul on a river in the river's heart, with the souls purse and i hate you.

but, maybe, beauty beauty beauty beauty.

maybe youre an idiot.

i know im not.

i do think, though, that the world is a place with dildos and donkeys.

i do think, actually, culminating through my blood vessels are the genes of the once fallen, 

the mighty bipolar and depressive invalids of the past, and the ugly and fortune telling

souls of the futures ass.