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>>16126702
They aren’t. This is the most important topic. They’re cowards, “NPC”, they let an elite class push them into their small insignificant lives, and pretend sports or video games are the important things.

OP, you’ll find a lot of these types here too. They’ll talk about some interesting things from books, but they’ll avoid anything substantive and meaningful.
Bravery in the capitalist world is severely lacking. You all whine about it’s corrosive effects, but shirk any responsibility to rebel

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>>16093831

i stopped going to these a while ago because i was dissatisfied with the level of discussion (which is also why started https://pykewater.com/about).). idk if any women are willing to put up with these messy slackers anymore so your chances are probably fine?

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>>15202934
How the fuck am I meant to continue in striving for something greater? I look back and can't even seem to remember a moment I was 'inspired' or ran with a consuming 'passion' for something truly great, I can't seem to find my will and I'd rather not blame it on the circumstances on failing to inspire me but myself. I feel I've let myself be totally occupied by indolence and lethargy for the time being, spanning since a point I can barely recall. I've recognized all of this and yet I struggle for change. Each part of my day runs in the same forsaken luxury where only classical music seems to provide me with some drive, and yet I feel even that is fleeting with every replay. This barely feels human to me. There is nothing special about any of this, this is just a struggle I hope to overcome by running into the same wall over and over again until I get some sort of realization, not that I'm even running at the moment.

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>>14804554
Deep ocean framing, bliss and dawn of sprnging eyes; were found proportions hidden behind the whereabouts of shadow and light, floral opaques down her neck; a clean portrait of renaissance wont, paragon of ages alltogether singing in academic beauty and the sum of her allegoric joy: a nascent rosal realm, felicitas the lips, pleasant, yet not sincere nor cold.

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