I need to forget about words for awhile. What good have they ever done me? They just make me oovercomplicate things that are in reality are very simple. When I was young I used to build massive and elaborate fantasy worlds, I lived in them, hiding in my bedroom, it was safe there -- as an adult it has always been a point of pride to be completely in the world, to not hide. It turns out I've still been hiding, attempting to bend the world to my will with my words. The world has defeated me; it couldn't have been otherwise.
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A whole lotta words to denounce the over-use of words.
Words are futile in a war against words, actions alone will prove victorious. Put your words somewhere cosy (not the balaclava, it is my safe place); A cupboard, the kettle, even the much discussed bodily orifice (yes, that one), put on a hat, a smile and dance like a fool. It is the best drug.
For you, as things stand, I believe over thinking is the fuel of insanity. Simplicity is the friend of happiness. Join me in the animatronic dance of emotionlessness (is that a word?) and laugh like a retard.
Things are not as bad as they seem if you allow the simplicity of reality to shine.
Kindness kills.
Sympathy does not breed strength.
This is just the beginning.