Well like Morpheus would say:
[i]What is real? How do you define "real"? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then "real" is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.[/i]
Nuff said
I am real. The questions are, "Are any of you real, or are you simply figments of my imagination? Or, perhaps are you something so incomprehensible to me that I cannot perceive you as real or fake?"
Truth be told, I don't know what is real besides myself. I may even not be real, and this is simply a dream injected into someone or something that is real, and I have simply attained a pseudo-consciousness in that dream and someone make that a movie.
What the -blam!- did you just -blam!-ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.
I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the -blam!- out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my -blam!-ing words.
You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, -blam!-er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re -blam!-ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your -blam!-ing tongue.
But you couldn’t, you didn't , and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it.
You’re -blam!-ing dead, kiddo.
I question it sometimes; not in the sense that this is some elaborate pseudo-Matrix, but as if everything I know is just a lie. Perhaps I'm just insane, or maybe God himself is toying with my existence. I have recently grown out of a spiritual crisis and the chasm that is my depression, but I still find I'm just living day to day with no true purpose or reason. Am I just a broken existence, waiting for this world to end? Am I a young man with infinite potential being affected by the entropic nature of life?
I couldn't tell you.
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