2016-08-16 at 6:59 AM UTC
Everyday I am surrounded by shadow people. I'm not quite sure they know that they're shadow people, but I'm positive that they are.
I know this because sometimes I am a shadow person. I am an image of myself, a blurry, stretched out replication of the me I yearn to be.
I live with shadow people, I eat with them, sleep with them, I walk past and with them because not a single goddamned one of us can stand to be anything but a shadow person when we're brought out into the light.
Humans are limited, we can only see what comes outside. We've built cars, cameras, phones, the internet - these things have only extended the outside. Now you can be a shadow person from the comfort of your home, you can be a shadow person anywhere, anytime.
With invention so increased need, there's hardly a dark corner to cower in any more. Hardly a place to hide from the light.
"I'm an honest person" you say. "I say what I mean and do what I say."
And that's great, it really is. But chances are that you've never lived in the dark. You've never gotten to live inside.
Shadows merely mimic what has created them, at what has created us doesn't just go away. The movies and news, the books and laws and politicians and schools and friends and parents and brothers and sisters, all lamps shining down on you, forming you, creating you.
I don't know that this is a bad thing. I may not always like being a shadow, but I'm sure glad for the light.
2016-08-16 at 7:18 AM UTC
I live in a pouch on my mom's stomach. I don't cast a shadow and shadows are not cast upon me. I don't know what outside influence is. I've never read a book, heard a music, seen a sight. Anything I do has been pre-programmed. Automated responses are formulated based on complex algorithms completely independent of the real "me."
Simply put, I am the symbolic Sun, The God, The Light. You are a product of me. I make you. I giveth and I taketh. You are my shadow, I am your source. You are glad for ME, but I am not glad for YOU, for if there was no YOU, there would still be ME, but if there was no ME, there would be no YOU.
2016-08-16 at 7:48 AM UTC
Even they will leave you some day
2016-08-16 at 10:56 AM UTC
I'm sitting in a dark room illuminated only by a cellphone. I'm not sure if I can follow your thread but there's a dude in here who agrees with you.
2016-08-16 at 11:50 AM UTC
It works both ways i'd reckon, the people around you may have shaped you to who you are but in a similar manner you shape them and other people around you.
2016-08-16 at 3:21 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
risers mom is the only woman in his life
2016-08-17 at 8:26 AM UTC
I agree. It's nothing to be blamed however, perhaps celebrated. What a thing to communicate so fluidly. Ever try to convey your thoughts as a goldfish?
2016-08-17 at 8:27 AM UTC
It seems I don't know how to quote posts
2016-08-17 at 1:51 PM UTC
A closet isn't a room, Finny. I know your master locks you in a box over night but no matter how long you fantasies about it being a loft. It will always be a box.
Discount Whore, it's the "Quote" button on the right side of the page. Smiley (it should actually be a Swastika but we are working on that) button, Big Black Cock button, some empty space, Flag button, Quote button.
In Space, things often don't work as they should, though.
2016-08-17 at 2:20 PM UTC
Ha, you piece of shit. Hahaha....
I actually have a walk in wardrobe. You got me this time.
PS: that carpet would drive me nuts. It destroys the whole wardrobe with all the bumps and shittyness.
2016-08-25 at 6:37 AM UTC
Whoever owns that closet is a dull piece of some real boring shit. "Shall I wear the brown button up or the tan one? Oh fuck it, I'm feeling adventurous today, I'll wear the red one!"
Can it be confirmed or denied that it does not belong to Mark Corrigan?
