well... yeah.
that's what you get when you think you want to be eaten!!
did you have A LOT of cheese or something?
Hazy eyes. Teary confusion.
Lost hands scramble for familiarity. Discover restrictions on the flesh. Cannot move.
Panic. Legs try to kick. Forced down by cold metal.
I feel the wet wood I am laying wood. Frightened eyes slam shut.
Why am I here..? Panic tries to find why I am here.
My divine desire persuaded me here. Seduced by desire, now lost. Desire of the flesh. Divine taste of the flesh and having mine own flesh consumed.
A cage opens and a foam-filled mouth growls in hunger.
Acidic sweat pours down.
Seductive fatality.
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well... yeah.
that's what you get when you think you want to be eaten!!
did you have A LOT of cheese or something?

meh Sartre, cheese, it's all good really.

...is that bad?

oh i see.. i think

well technically if you say something you believe to be true it's not a lie.
so technically speaking, i win.

alright well why don't you justify something then and stop accusing me!! yeah.
where is this proof of French + Cheese =
is anyone on here French?
does anyone on here like cheese?

which brings us back to cheese, sartre, it's all good.
see, i wasn't lying.

o_O was it something i said?
all i mean is whatever's a good stimulus for you. whether that's cheese, sartre, bioshock, or a girl/boy/friend. (etc)
The dream/poem had nothing to do about cheese, lol.
It was about my mental projection of the feeling of desparate existentialism. How you can choose to isolate yourself to be subject to your impulsive desires and therefore ruin your life because of them.
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well.. surely the thing to do is just don't isolate yourself?
that does actually make a lot more sense now you explained it..
Exactly. Don't isolate yourself willingly.
However, it is all too inviting to do so in life. For example, you may love someone desparately. But when they reject you, you may feel a loss of purpose in life and make it a point to feel sad and let that feeling dominate you. In other words, you isolate your life and your feelings to the fact that someone else will not love or appreciate you. Thus, it is a minor case of the same psychological concept this dream/poem is about.
I really hope that makes sense.. I am really summing up existentialism grossly.
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no i get it.
it's nice.

I love cheese.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cheese

Nice poem. Dark and mysterious yet, refreshing.

It was a poem?
It was very nice either way. Very cool, my taste.![]()

Very well written. Now that I know the meaning behind it can say it's an equally well spoken point.
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