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Every day I go outside and I only notice my contempt growing further and further. I ride the bus. I see an old cunt sitting at the other end of the bus. She is probably incontinent, can't hold her stool anymore. The smell must be terrible I guess. What might be going through her mind? Does she reflect upon her life? Does she realize her entire existence solely consisted of shallow entertainment with no depth? That the deepest thing in her 80 years of life was the penetration in her bleeding cunt hole when she was in her teens and twenties? No, she won't question this. She won't feel sad about it. Because she never had any higher goals. She is an animal, not a human being.
