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It's an island, where all the freaks, weirdos, odd and bizarre people live. They're freaks because they don't care about acquiring their ISO certification for life. They refuse to support the true ****s of life by going against them and therefor legimitizing their position and validity.
Oh no. The true freaks of nature decide to live in isolation with other freaks, where imagination runs wild and it has infinite value. No one is equal, because the island has no concept of unequality or equality. We're all just fellow weird ones.
We choose to wear clothes or be nude, we choose to get drunk or high and we choose to choose whatever we want to choose.
There's no rules or purpose for the island. It just is. There's no goals, no nothing. It has absolutely no function. People who ask, "so I'm here, what am I supposed to do now?" are people who won't be there. We don't look for answers and we don't even ask the questions, we just are.
People who argue it would never work, because it would fall into chaos, that it would be a libertarian sort of dream, that it's really a commune, that it requires all the people to agree... you're the people not wanted. And no, we won't go against you either. You got the whole world, so give us this small island, you greedy bastard! Why do you care? Stop ruining it for everyone, please.
You wouldn't like it anyway. The minute you step into the shore is probably the minute I come running naked from the jungle, screaming BANZAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! with a coconut in my hand, trying to figure out if I should try to shove it up my ass or drink it. It would be too much for you anyway. But just remember when you go back to your little life, me and my friend Bunzo who came running with a coconut too after you left, we had a great night and probably experienced more life than you ever will with your cafe latte drinking friends, talking about how capitalism is really equal to communism if you reaaally think about it, as if someone really cares. Going home, checking out the fridge for food that has too much carbs for your ass, because there's the problem you want to be thinking about in your life.
You are probably a person who has an actual list of values for life, because life itself is probably just too complicated. You can't just take it, you have to stick non-existing labels somewhere to it and say you are this person because you just looked up few words and kind of decided so. Probably because then you feel much better about yourself. Maybe you can even hang out with likeminded people. It's OK, it's your choice. You're just not welcome to the freak island, because you already got the whole world.
You're probably the person who asked that smart question in a class you already knew the answer to, because you wanted to look smart to others. But you didn't fool all of us. You were dumb **** the minute you sat down. You never understood the purpose of the whole thing, to gain knowledge and to better yourself and everything else, to share it and to figure out new stuff as well. You came to ask a stupid question just so you would feel better about yourself. You're probably the wannabe member of the imaginary intelligentsia, where you read a book, or just one chapter, and then everyone else is stupid because you just got some new POVs last night. As if you had it all along.
Most things you do is to raise your virtual points in the theater of social status wars. And that's why you're not wanted in the island. You're not a real person anymore. It's in there, but you refuse to dig it out, because then you'd realize most of the stuff you've been doing is complete BS. Just remember when laughing at the freak island because in the freak island, you're the real freak.
Oh no. The true freaks of nature decide to live in isolation with other freaks, where imagination runs wild and it has infinite value. No one is equal, because the island has no concept of unequality or equality. We're all just fellow weird ones.
We choose to wear clothes or be nude, we choose to get drunk or high and we choose to choose whatever we want to choose.
There's no rules or purpose for the island. It just is. There's no goals, no nothing. It has absolutely no function. People who ask, "so I'm here, what am I supposed to do now?" are people who won't be there. We don't look for answers and we don't even ask the questions, we just are.
People who argue it would never work, because it would fall into chaos, that it would be a libertarian sort of dream, that it's really a commune, that it requires all the people to agree... you're the people not wanted. And no, we won't go against you either. You got the whole world, so give us this small island, you greedy bastard! Why do you care? Stop ruining it for everyone, please.
You wouldn't like it anyway. The minute you step into the shore is probably the minute I come running naked from the jungle, screaming BANZAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! with a coconut in my hand, trying to figure out if I should try to shove it up my ass or drink it. It would be too much for you anyway. But just remember when you go back to your little life, me and my friend Bunzo who came running with a coconut too after you left, we had a great night and probably experienced more life than you ever will with your cafe latte drinking friends, talking about how capitalism is really equal to communism if you reaaally think about it, as if someone really cares. Going home, checking out the fridge for food that has too much carbs for your ass, because there's the problem you want to be thinking about in your life.
You are probably a person who has an actual list of values for life, because life itself is probably just too complicated. You can't just take it, you have to stick non-existing labels somewhere to it and say you are this person because you just looked up few words and kind of decided so. Probably because then you feel much better about yourself. Maybe you can even hang out with likeminded people. It's OK, it's your choice. You're just not welcome to the freak island, because you already got the whole world.
You're probably the person who asked that smart question in a class you already knew the answer to, because you wanted to look smart to others. But you didn't fool all of us. You were dumb **** the minute you sat down. You never understood the purpose of the whole thing, to gain knowledge and to better yourself and everything else, to share it and to figure out new stuff as well. You came to ask a stupid question just so you would feel better about yourself. You're probably the wannabe member of the imaginary intelligentsia, where you read a book, or just one chapter, and then everyone else is stupid because you just got some new POVs last night. As if you had it all along.
Most things you do is to raise your virtual points in the theater of social status wars. And that's why you're not wanted in the island. You're not a real person anymore. It's in there, but you refuse to dig it out, because then you'd realize most of the stuff you've been doing is complete BS. Just remember when laughing at the freak island because in the freak island, you're the real freak.
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