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Originally Posted by dead_battery

its more dignified to be called a cunt by genteel than to kill yourself then to be used by "charities" that make money off our inhumanity towards each others suffering (because we scapegoat and abuse people and need 'professionals' precisely so we dont have to deal with them). because we believe it is the individuals fault and they can magically take on and exorcise the horror of reality itself. thats why we're so nice to people like him (in retrospect) because he failed and thus flattered our vanity

its more dignified to just be dismissed as a cunt than for your legacy to be this totally insincere mass grief performance. people saying "thank you". poor fucking bastard!

look, man, don't be jealous, we'll be sad too when you and porco kill yourselves, and we'll remember how you'd post theory papers and he'd post great pictures he'd find on the interwebs and be cranky, and if someone calls you cunts we'll try to kick those people in the huevos even though it will not make an iota of difference to your dead corpses but it will to us.

and i don't know what the fuck you're talking about some suicide flattering our vanity. i mean-- i know what you're saying, i comprehend the meaning of your sentences, and maybe you feel that way, but not everyone is the same as you or fits into this grim vision of grim grimness. if you want to look at flattering vanity, you're using this as an opportunity to theorize: "hey look at me, so clever, i know what everybody else is thinking." that's vanity too. and i'm not stating that this is what you're doing, but see, it can run both ways. everyone can be accused of stupid shit if one is bored enough to take the time and make the accusations.

i do feel sorry for the dead fucker. doubly sorry because he killed himself. and yes, yes, he was often annoying, but he added some value to the lives of other people, even if it was just dressing up and acting as characters for the imagination. same as your testo yonqui which begins with a huge paean to a suicide. people like their imaginary friends to varying degrees. fucking let them.