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lol mfw when i'm in the highway and some dude in a truck starts to display less than subtle signs of retardation so i grab the poop bucket and throw it in his direction but turns out his truck runs on poop so i just gave him free fuel and then i feel so defeated i drive the car off a cliff but turns out i'm wearing a parachute so i survive the fall but i end up in a previously undiscovered place of earth and eventually i see this very suspicious looking hole, i go inside and i start to see signs of a civilization. someone lives here. then a tall guy with blonde hair approaches me, i cannot understand his words well but one does ring a bell: agartha. he takes me to his leader, and the further we go in this hidden kingdom the more i'm baffled by the proud accomplishments of this group of people. wonders of architecture that would put our most beloved works to shame. then, as i'm walking down one of their hankentruken (that's their word for streets) i feel a tap on my shoulder. i turn around and this very old dude with a beard is staring at me with enthusiasm in his eyes. he seems pleased to see me.
"hello, are you from argentina?"
no, i reply. i'm from china.
"i see... that's a shame. i lived in argentina, well, i took shelter there at one point.. during a particularly difficult time in my life"
i see.. well, sorry to disappoint you, but i'm glad i found someone that speaks my language. i have to say i cannot believe my eyes. i mean, i heard the tales but i can't believe this place actually exists. and the art...
"you like art? yes.. i know art. *corrects himself* i knew art, once. i tried to be an artist myself, you know? but i never had what it takes to become one. at least that's what they told me.. those fuckers. it is one of the greatest regrets in my life, not having stuck with it. not having developed a voice to express my sorrow. such darkness has tormented my mind. i could've used an outlet, i could've used a way to show my soul for all to see, perhaps for someone to love"
were you trying to become a musician? perhaps an architect?
"a painter. i wanted to be a painter."
i see. well, no one has the authority to decide whether or not you have the right to express yourself. perhaps one day i'll see one of your works. what's your name? so if i know who to look for..
"my name is rey. rey skywalker".
what? did you guys expected him to be hitler? consider your expectations subverted.
"hello, are you from argentina?"
no, i reply. i'm from china.
"i see... that's a shame. i lived in argentina, well, i took shelter there at one point.. during a particularly difficult time in my life"
i see.. well, sorry to disappoint you, but i'm glad i found someone that speaks my language. i have to say i cannot believe my eyes. i mean, i heard the tales but i can't believe this place actually exists. and the art...
"you like art? yes.. i know art. *corrects himself* i knew art, once. i tried to be an artist myself, you know? but i never had what it takes to become one. at least that's what they told me.. those fuckers. it is one of the greatest regrets in my life, not having stuck with it. not having developed a voice to express my sorrow. such darkness has tormented my mind. i could've used an outlet, i could've used a way to show my soul for all to see, perhaps for someone to love"
were you trying to become a musician? perhaps an architect?
"a painter. i wanted to be a painter."
i see. well, no one has the authority to decide whether or not you have the right to express yourself. perhaps one day i'll see one of your works. what's your name? so if i know who to look for..
"my name is rey. rey skywalker".
what? did you guys expected him to be hitler? consider your expectations subverted.