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15569767 No.15569767 [Reply] [Original]

The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst.

Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.

>> No.15569774

>>15569767
You just get on with it. Who gives a fuck

>> No.15569787
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15569787

>>15569774
Laziness is almost as compelling as life. The new farce you're having to play crushes you with its banality, and all in all it takes more cowardice than courage to start all over again.

>> No.15569806

>>15569787
You either get on with it or you don't. Stop being such a mopey cunt before I clap you round the ears.

>> No.15569924

>>15569767
Not sure if this is a bit or you are depressed.
Sounds like you are depressed

>> No.15569938

i said resent it i said resent. the sight of my back before you leading into the void for i would. i would face it rather than cower behind anyone anyone again i will. stand between you and the abyss without once looking back only knowing the dark without letting it gaze into you gazing into it gazing into you into me and my back. before you let me be the wall you resent. your walking pillar of salt

>> No.15569951

>>15569924
A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

>> No.15569953

>>15569774
>>15569806
>>15569924
Read a book soon

>> No.15569958

edit pls

>> No.15569961

>>15569767
No. The worst part is seeing blow-jack threads.
Go for a jog

>> No.15569967

One fine day you decide to talk less and less about the things you care most about, and when you have to say something, it costs you an effort . . . You’re good and sick of hearing yourself talk . . . you abridge . . . You give up … For thirty years you’ve been talking . . . You don’t care about being right anymore. You even lose your desire to keep hold of the small place you’d reserved yourself among the pleasures of life . . . You’re fed up … From that time on you’re content to eat a little something, cadge a little warmth, and sleep as much as possible on the road to nowhere. To rekindle your interest, you’d have to think up some new grimaces to put on in the presence of others . . . But you no longer have the strength to renew your repertory. You stammer. Sure, you still look for excuses for hanging around with the boys, but death is there too, stinking, right beside you, it’s there the whole time, less mysterious than a game of poker. The only thing you continue to value is petty regrets, like not finding time to run out to Bois-Colombes to see your uncle while he was still alive, the one whose little song died forever one afternoon in February. That horrible little regret is all we have left of life, we’ve vomited up the rest along the way, with a good deal of effort and misery. We’re nothing now but an old lamppost with memories on a street where hardly anyone passes anymore.

>> No.15569974

Nobody here recognizes Celine?

>> No.15569978

>>15569953
but all I do is read books

>> No.15569981

>>15569767
go out and get some sun dude

>> No.15569989

hope you get well soon

>> No.15570002

>>15569961
This body of ours, this disguise put on by common jumping molecules, is in constant revolt against the abominable farce of having to endure. Our molecules, the dears, want to get lost in the universe as fast as they can! It makes them miserable to be nothing but "us," the jerks of infinity.

>> No.15570243

>>15569974
really goes to show how far the quality here has declined since the eternal covid summer started