GammelLurker Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Though the world is sweet, it is still no less bitter, hideous. Though I am suffering, no one seems to answer, to bother. Painful and wicked world. Full of horrible tragedies. Full of ugliness. A man can and shall not undergo such calamities. I can not simply understand, that why, might I suffer? A lovely, sweet world seems so far away. Like an escaped dream which wishes no return. An utopia would free me and everyone from all this pain and horribleness. But no such utopia exists, not even in our very dreams. We are all slaves, peasants, of our time. A horrible, ugly thought, yet we can not escape from this experience. And sadly, we are by our happy mindsets deluded to assume that it is not very dangerous, tragic. That time will heal and somehow strengthen us. And despite the undisputable truth that we are screwed, we continue, hopeful, to believe in the same old tales. 0 Siter
AnonymBruker Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Hvorfor ikke skrive på norsk? Anonymkode: 12317...a92 0 Siter
AnonymBruker Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Gir hvertfall mer mening enn diktene dine på norsk 😀 Anonymkode: 3997c...371 1 Siter
GammelLurker Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Forfatter Skrevet 10. juni 2023 AnonymBruker skrev (3 timer siden): Hvorfor ikke skrive på norsk? Anonymkode: 12317...a92 Because norsk suger mer enn et sugerør 0 Siter
GammelLurker Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Forfatter Skrevet 10. juni 2023 AnonymBruker skrev (1 time siden): Gir hvertfall mer mening enn diktene dine på norsk 😀 Anonymkode: 3997c...371 That was the intention. Now I can sleep happily and, nevertheless, joyfully. 0 Siter
frosken Skrevet 10. juni 2023 Skrevet 10. juni 2023 GammelLurker skrev (4 timer siden): Though the world is sweet, it is still no less bitter, hideous. Though I am suffering, no one seems to answer, to bother. Painful and wicked world. Full of horrible tragedies. Full of ugliness. A man can and shall not undergo such calamities. I can not simply understand, that why, might I suffer? A lovely, sweet world seems so far away. Like an escaped dream which wishes no return. An utopia would free me and everyone from all this pain and horribleness. But no such utopia exists, not even in our very dreams. We are all slaves, peasants, of our time. A horrible, ugly thought, yet we can not escape from this experience. And sadly, we are by our happy mindsets deluded to assume that it is not very dangerous, tragic. That time will heal and somehow strengthen us. And despite the undisputable truth that we are screwed, we continue, hopeful, to believe in the same old tales. Hvorfor synes du ikke det gir noen mening? 0 Siter
GammelLurker Skrevet 11. juni 2023 Forfatter Skrevet 11. juni 2023 frosken skrev (21 timer siden): Hvorfor synes du ikke det gir noen mening? Jeg vet ikke 🤔 0 Siter
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