PsychoDsk
Just a guy | ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ
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Just went on a walk, daydreaming about the best life fate could give me.
I imagined how it would feel to be diagnosed with colon cancer, written off on a 5 month timeframe on which I would die of complications.
It would be free-ing. the sense of freedom, no obligations, no future, just being in the present.
The first thing I would do, get my finances in check and stack up on supplies needed for my 5 month bender. Which obviously include accutane, test, tren, a ton of marlboro golds and more tren.
Then when I get everything in check, go on a flight to a country of random choice. Be that hungary for this sake. Arrive, book a hotel spontaneously, pay a ghost writer and broadcast my last 5 months on tiktok. Then I’d begin the road of absolute bliss, get blackout drunk, text everyone I hate paragraphs on what I don’t like about them and let my ghost writer start his piece on my life. Which includes the duality of men, consciousness, the will to freedom, a piece that only that one girl can read on how much I truly love her and a testament of my character.
I’m brutally selfish, arrogant, despicable at times and an asshole every second of the day. I’ve hurt people, let people walk out of my life with no thought spent looking back. I’ve killed people their mental state but under it all I’m just a genius haunted by my own intelligence and the lust for true love. It’d be a hit piece on the meaning of life, the meaning of death and how it feels to live an awfully amazing life, filled with both good and wrong, if those 2 can even be seperated. It’d be a piece on how even under all this hate, there’s still love inside of me, love for that one girl.
I’d leave the world a book and a cinematic tiktok show of pure philosophical and esoteric wisdom. A true testament of ‘just a guy’ who has everything, but not himself.
Then when this theme is established with my ghost writer, the bender begins.
First come the nights of drunken rage and copium. Then the peace starts arriving, the search for nature, the search for more than materialism. After the peace, absolute chaos ensues. Arguments, addictions, the loss of myself and my sober brain. I completely lose it. I discover nothing matters and end up enjoying pure nothingness. I stand on freeways arms in the air, I conquer a city in south-africa with violence, I join the mob for a week and undermine their entire family, I undermine putin and become the new emperor of the imperium russia, which I will then called pissia because boohoo nothing matters.
My life story would be the most interesting art and history piece ever created. A man who found freedom,
Okay nvm ts anymore
I imagined how it would feel to be diagnosed with colon cancer, written off on a 5 month timeframe on which I would die of complications.
It would be free-ing. the sense of freedom, no obligations, no future, just being in the present.
The first thing I would do, get my finances in check and stack up on supplies needed for my 5 month bender. Which obviously include accutane, test, tren, a ton of marlboro golds and more tren.
Then when I get everything in check, go on a flight to a country of random choice. Be that hungary for this sake. Arrive, book a hotel spontaneously, pay a ghost writer and broadcast my last 5 months on tiktok. Then I’d begin the road of absolute bliss, get blackout drunk, text everyone I hate paragraphs on what I don’t like about them and let my ghost writer start his piece on my life. Which includes the duality of men, consciousness, the will to freedom, a piece that only that one girl can read on how much I truly love her and a testament of my character.
I’m brutally selfish, arrogant, despicable at times and an asshole every second of the day. I’ve hurt people, let people walk out of my life with no thought spent looking back. I’ve killed people their mental state but under it all I’m just a genius haunted by my own intelligence and the lust for true love. It’d be a hit piece on the meaning of life, the meaning of death and how it feels to live an awfully amazing life, filled with both good and wrong, if those 2 can even be seperated. It’d be a piece on how even under all this hate, there’s still love inside of me, love for that one girl.
I’d leave the world a book and a cinematic tiktok show of pure philosophical and esoteric wisdom. A true testament of ‘just a guy’ who has everything, but not himself.
Then when this theme is established with my ghost writer, the bender begins.
First come the nights of drunken rage and copium. Then the peace starts arriving, the search for nature, the search for more than materialism. After the peace, absolute chaos ensues. Arguments, addictions, the loss of myself and my sober brain. I completely lose it. I discover nothing matters and end up enjoying pure nothingness. I stand on freeways arms in the air, I conquer a city in south-africa with violence, I join the mob for a week and undermine their entire family, I undermine putin and become the new emperor of the imperium russia, which I will then called pissia because boohoo nothing matters.
My life story would be the most interesting art and history piece ever created. A man who found freedom,
Okay nvm ts anymore
