It doesnt feel real anymore! I have the same feeling when I’m sleeping as I do when I’m awake! How can I be sure I really am awake? maybe there was an accident, and I’m in a coma or somthing. maybe I’m dying and all this is my life flashing before my eyes.
I feel hollow…
You take the blue pill, you forget everything, wake up in bed with DT next to you, and believe…whatever you want to believe…you take the Red pill, and we find out just how f*cked up you really are…
But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we’re here. We’re not here because we’re free. We’re here because we’re not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist. It is purpose that created us. Purpose that connects us. Purpose that pulls us. That guides us. That drives us. It is purpose that defines us. Purpose that binds us. We are here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We’re here to take from you what you tried to take from us. …Purpose!!!
…Did I mention I never cared much for The Matrix? (and/or any of the references that point to it)
Now, illusions… It’s there, it’s coming at me and it smells BAD. What if it isn’t there? Oh yeah, defining what does not exist is kinda difficult, but defining what exists is slightly easier… since I think I exist. But what if I’m just the existence thought up by someone else? (Hello, world! Are we feeling cranky this morning?)
I think TD is implying that if Charl chooses the blue pill, he’ll have TD’s wide open butterfly to himself. Now I’m wondering why TD has a butterfly in the first place, but that’s because I never bothered checking what TD was for sure… I’m just not that kinda guy.
I said DT, not TD…ugh, forget it…
Uh okay, Charl I strongly suggest you lay off the horse tranquillisers.
I think Charlie took about thirty red pills.
And I think that we should never have gotten rid of the ToB for posts such as this.
… Captain, he took both pills!
Phone: Dammit … that’ll be hell on the paperwork …
You didn’t know? I thought it was common knowledge: That all this is fake and just memories of a past that has never been.
That is a shame, Charlemagne. I hope that you feel better.
Pintch yourself and then click your heels together three times, chanting “There’s no place like home”
“I’m meeeeelting… what a world, what a world…”
Cna I throw rocks at the puddle?
Originally posted by Charlemagne
How can I be sure I really am awake? maybe there was an accident, and I’m in a coma or somthing.
I doubt you have that much imagination.