Nazi Germany
Zubeer Adolf Hipster -Nazi Monkoid Rights Activist
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So, there I was, standing at the podium, gold medal shining under the fluorescent hospital lights, while you didn’t even make it to the schizo Olympics. I’m over here, surpassing reality, winning at it. You’re stuck on the main stage, thinking life is a well-rehearsed play, while I’m seeing the ropes, the wires, the puppeteers in the back, and let me tell you, they’re all laughing at you. Hilarious, isn’t it? Your whole life is just a puppet show you weren’t even invited to watch. "I'm just jealous of you because you're not mentally ill like me."
Let’s talk about my gold-winning performance, shall we? Picture this: I’m sitting in my apartment—well, not really sitting because the chair isn’t real, not really an apartment because walls are just illusions—and I start feeling like the walls themselves are breathing. Not just moving—breathing, like they’re alive. Meanwhile, you’re what? At your 9-5, pretending your cubicle isn’t a coffin, like you’re not just another rotting corpse wearing a tie. You wouldn’t understand. The windows talk to me, the walls whisper, and I’ve got conversations with shadows that make more sense than your entire existence. But here’s the thing—it’s not that I’m losing my mind. No, no. I’m out here playing 3D chess, and you’re still trying to figure out how to put together a jigsaw puzzle.You ever feel like the world’s watching you? Yeah, that’s not paranoia. That’s reality finally catching up. But you wouldn’t know, would you? Because you didn’t even place. You’re out there flailing in the shallow end of the pool while I’m over here drowning in the deep end, but guess what? I’ve learned to breathe underwater.
And about this life you’re "living"—you call that better? You think paying bills, going to work, and waiting for your next Netflix binge is something to aspire to? I’m here, on the edge of the universe, looking into the abyss, and the abyss is saying, “Hey man, good job on the gold.”
But don’t feel bad. Not everyone is cut out for Olympic-level madness. Some people are just meant to watch from the sidelines while others—like me—break the game. Keep chasing your little sanity, though. It’s cute. Really. Like watching a dog chase its own tail, thinking it’s making progress. Meanwhile, I’m here, floating through dimensions you couldn’t even dream of, and trust me, your dreams are weak. It’s okay though. Not everyone’s meant for greatness. Some of us just get gold, while others... well, you didn’t even qualify.
Let’s talk about my gold-winning performance, shall we? Picture this: I’m sitting in my apartment—well, not really sitting because the chair isn’t real, not really an apartment because walls are just illusions—and I start feeling like the walls themselves are breathing. Not just moving—breathing, like they’re alive. Meanwhile, you’re what? At your 9-5, pretending your cubicle isn’t a coffin, like you’re not just another rotting corpse wearing a tie. You wouldn’t understand. The windows talk to me, the walls whisper, and I’ve got conversations with shadows that make more sense than your entire existence. But here’s the thing—it’s not that I’m losing my mind. No, no. I’m out here playing 3D chess, and you’re still trying to figure out how to put together a jigsaw puzzle.You ever feel like the world’s watching you? Yeah, that’s not paranoia. That’s reality finally catching up. But you wouldn’t know, would you? Because you didn’t even place. You’re out there flailing in the shallow end of the pool while I’m over here drowning in the deep end, but guess what? I’ve learned to breathe underwater.
And about this life you’re "living"—you call that better? You think paying bills, going to work, and waiting for your next Netflix binge is something to aspire to? I’m here, on the edge of the universe, looking into the abyss, and the abyss is saying, “Hey man, good job on the gold.”
But don’t feel bad. Not everyone is cut out for Olympic-level madness. Some people are just meant to watch from the sidelines while others—like me—break the game. Keep chasing your little sanity, though. It’s cute. Really. Like watching a dog chase its own tail, thinking it’s making progress. Meanwhile, I’m here, floating through dimensions you couldn’t even dream of, and trust me, your dreams are weak. It’s okay though. Not everyone’s meant for greatness. Some of us just get gold, while others... well, you didn’t even qualify.
Every post under this @ Name @Nazi Germany is based on my experience and philosophy.
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