GlassSnowFlake

A person you've always known. Acts strange. She tries to sit her tea cup onto a piece of cake instead of her saucer. That's odd. She is odd. With all the odd and acting... odd. I guess she's broke. Is she dead? No, just broken. She can't remember anything new. She ceases to advance. But not just advance, she also looses what she already has. What makes a person them? When all of it drains from them like they have a leak, while nothing fills them. Are they empty? When does the person die? When it all drains out? When everyone sees the body as them in name only? When the body acts nothing like the person? Does a lack of identity mean dea

Taste is what is yummy, it is what humans need to exist, our bodies have evolved to want what we used to need. We like fat, so out bodies want it, so we can not die if our food sourse dies off in a food snap. Our bodies demand what we do and to tell it otherwise never works, you cant lie to what is yourself. To be damed with knowing you are a machine and that happiness is an abstract thought that your mind uses to fool you into doing what it wishes is truly horrible. Evrythign you know, feel and do is predetermined by past actions no thought your own. Problem solving, evryone is so selfish, they not becvause tehy want to but because they dont

ugh.. I feel sick