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daxter779
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The laughter of my neighbours is taunting me. They are playing a game of Monopoly, and literally every 90 seconds, when one of them gets something like a "go to jail card", they all ejaculate in shrill orgasms of ecstatic giggling, squealing, and shouting. And they're not even telling jokes. They do stuff like this every night and never grow bored of it. It's like they have a mutation that makes them convert the nitrogen they breath into nitrous oxide. For them life is like a video game, felt with child like intensity. Meanwhile I'm one dopamine paycheck away from hedonistic bankruptcy. At the best of times, when I'm not feeling lazy, I'm stuck digging away in the mines of classical literature, in the information dense quarries of Nabokov and Hadrian, just to find a small crystal of dopamine, a novel jewel from some distant, exotic mental universe. But mostly I'm imprisoned in some homo erectus consciousness where I wank 5 times a day, strip search my anorexic fridge for non existent junk food, and then aimlessly rummage through the dumpster of Youtube to find a morsel of relief from myself. And all these people have to do is throw some dice in a board game to be tossed in a cauldron of norepinephrine and pixie dust. I wish I was stupid and blissfully happy.

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