These peasantbloods who read me just like to pretend they’re in a secret club, it’s a psychological vitamin they need to sustain their shill lifestyles with good conscience. I had the realization that the real ones I want to talk to won’t speak much online, because they already know they will be misunderstood, their pathos of distance is the mystery of silence- these are the ones I want for friends. They know the rabble so well that they don’t even bother, don’t even deign to speak among them, ah I wish I could talk with someone like this, we could amplify each other’s disdain, it would be great.

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