Lurking About

[Dual]

There's stuff I should be doing; procrastination is my muse. My greatest joy in this sad life is chess, but my mental edge slips further with every passing day. The universe is a depressing place; with every day the same patterns repeat themselves. The same people; the same conversations, or perhaps more accurately, the same lack thereof. People continue to bore me; as predictable as any machine. My Byzantine chess set arrived earlier today; maybe I'll have fun playing it with my comrades at Pierce. Bored now.

 

[Gonad]

I have found that I am at my happiest when I am at my most shallow. Used to be deep. Will you trade your soul for bliss?

 

[Dual]

I have found that I am at my happiest when I am at my most shallow. Used to be deep. Will you trade your soul for bliss?

Haven't I already? I feel almost nothing. Think nothing. See nothing. Blind eyes looking out over a dream world, yet still somehow possessing a keener sight than those fools who think they can see. One day, I shall decline to invalidity, like my patrimonial grandfather before me; claimed by the same hereditary dementia. When these eyes look out blankly on the world, will there be happiness within? The sighted boy was always unhappy; as an infant he regretted his conception; as a child he wanted to die. What is bliss?

 

[Gonad]

The future is now.

Don't worry about doing the things that make you happy. Just make a point of not doing the things that make you unhappy.

 

[The Dork Lord]

Happiness is slavery.
We're all slaves to something.
Gotta serve somebody.
Follow your bliss.
Wait for it to get out of the car.
Creep up behind it.
Slit its fucking throat.
Congratulations! You
are now a healthy,
productive member
of society!