Looking For Alaska fanfic You feel the alcohol in your system, sending your head spinning in circles. You shouldn't be driving. Then again, you shouldn't have made out with Pudge one moment and then talked to Jake the other. You shouldn't have been spending all your years at high school smoking, smoking to die, getting drunk of your arse, sneaking into the other dorms and playing pranks and all the little other things like the porn and fucking around and You shouldn't have thrown that tantrum on the day to the zoo and you shouldn't have let your mom die and youmostdefinitelyshouldn'thaveforgottenthedayshedied, no, especially because it was your fault she's six feet unLooking For Alaska fanfic by ~isaacngym
In the end, who are we? In the end, who are we?In the end, who are we? by ~isaacngym
Are we just a collection of memes and personal filters and constructs and models which talk to each to each other to give us the impression of a mind, to give us this consciousness which can think?
Or does each and every one of us really have a mind, something which we can call our own?
Think of the unborn babies. Did they even know they existed? How could they, when they had nothing to sense it with?
It has a life, but does it have a mind?
If it had a mind, could it use that mind?
And if it could use that mind, then, how could it have possibly thought anything, or experienced anything when it can sense nothing?
Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty Dumpty by ~isaacngym
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All his friend's words and their helping hands
Wasn't enough for a second chance.
He was shattered, he was broken,
And in the end, he was the unspoken.
He liked his corner, he hated the stares.
He hated the way they dared him to dance.
He begged to be leave, he begged to be let go,
But he knew they'd never say no
When the time came, and his sanity was at stake,
He butchered it
And replaced it with hate.
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