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A Sin to the Real World You and I, we were friends, we used to do everything together. Play, work, it didn't matter. I didn't care what your quirks were, just as long as you didn't bully me, we were good. After a period, we drifted, our minds went different directions, our tastes spread, in all ranges. We didn't have time to do anything anymore, not together at least. We were too busy exploring our persons, and where we could go. Another period passes, and I don't know you. Who is this person walking towards me? I know the name, but not the face. You hate me now, I never returned that favor. I was always the nice one, or i

Cannibal I overheard today, a friend of mine, speaking over transgressions of the night, spoke of a girl, who he will never remember later, like a man who has just eaten a piece of meat. How could I treat you, like a piece of meat, my mind rejects the idea, another being I see, a thinking, acting, reacting person, how is that meat?  I fail to see. The humans of my species, are alien to me, they treat their opposite kin, as if they are animals, meant only for eating, and using, and abusing, how can I relate?  I can't. To my sadness, there are "animals" who perpetuate themselves, as this myth, as meat, I do not understand, they a

To Nina How can I express this in more than three words? I love you. There, it's been said, only not to you, to strangers. I know you will never see this. I tell myself I can tell you, I can tell you the things that I should have told you long ago, I love you. But now you are involved, my delay has only proven my downfall. If only I could tell you the things I wish, if only my mind were not so weak, I can't tell you anymore, you're involved. I love you. Although I cannot tell you. My mind is a blur with possibilities, trying to deceive itself, that I still have my chance, my chance of happiness with you, but you're with som

So here I am, sitting in Germany, where Hitler and other Nazis were having their parties less than 100 or so years ago, and a friend of mine from a forum, (who I have known only through the internet), is pronounced dead. The entire reason that I bring up the Nazis and Hitler, is because my friend's forum name is Kurt Meyer, who was a renowned Nazi soldier. Of course, in real life, my friend wasn't a real Nazi, you see, he was a good guy, but he admired Kurt Meyer for his battle prowess and tenacity, among many other things. One could say that Kurt Meyer was caught on the wrong side of the war, and in the wrong times, and I guess that is also

The basis of this paper is to create imaginary worlds and populate them with people, based on the philosphies laid down by Nietzsche, Kant, and to some extent, Habermas, and then compare them to eachother. These worlds will be based off of select readings from each of their respective philosophers. Nietzsche's world will be based mostly off of passages from his 'The Antichrist', and 'On the Genealogy of Morals: A Polemical Tract'. The world that employs Kant's philosophies will be based around his 'Grounding for the Metaphysics of Morals', and Habermas will be based more on his discourse ethics. First, what I will do for each respectve world

So, you've lived your life as a good Christian, you've done everything right and you weren't self-righteous about it.  You've never fallen into any of the seven deadly sins, nor have you broken any of the ten commandments without asking for forgiveness. You may have sinned a couple of times here and there, but you knew your mistake, and have repented for it, and asked for our forgiveness, which we have gladly given you, as you are a good Christian, and you've done everything right, as I said before.  Well now, the bad news, you're dead.  The good news?  I suppose that's true, there's always good news with the bad, hmm...  Aha, I'm joking, of

Hahaha.  Good work kid.  You're here.  You are fucking here.  You know, they always send us a clipboard with why you're here for us, but you know what?  Those never actually get very far other than to tell us what level of hell you're going to go to kid.  After that, they send the clipboard to me, and I light it from my eye and watch it burn to little ashes.  You have no name, you have no family, you have nothing now.  No history of your life other than the little ashes sitting under your feet now.  Of course, this entire beach here is made of the ashes of the history of those like yourself.  Now get in the fucking boat and I'll explain what

Take a look at yourselves. Go on, take a look around. All you pants-wearers, you've been had. Hood-wizzled. Bamboozled. I don't know what those last two words meant, but they sound bad. I am here let you all know something. I'm not wearing pants. "Why is that?" you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. It's not because I just woke up and didn't feel like putting pants on because I'm probably not going to be leaving the house. Oh no, that is not the reason. The reason is, pants are evil. They are the root of all evil, in all cultures. Why did the first caveman kill his brother? His brother was wearing pants that he needed to survive the cold, cold win