You look real good sister

A young woman was walking in the city during her work lunch break. She was well-dressed and had high heels on. Her long hair gently flowed with her, yet she was busy in thought. A man was calmly walking down the street with his hands in his pockets. They crossed paths and he said, “You look good sister, you look realll good.”
She responded, “Yeah, but I got a shitty personality though.”

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“What is reality… but just a fragment of a dream?”

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“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is succulent
And so are you.”

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“F this world! F society! Alas, F life!

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“Roses are blue
Violets are blue
The universe is blue
My balls are blue.”

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“Hi guys. I’m gonna be taking a little break, my grandmother is dying.”

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“The planet, as we know it, will disintegrate in the year 3001.”

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“I’m so naked… and so afraid.”

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“Poverty is an unnatural man-made phenomenon stemming from the industrial revolution that in itself roots from the widespread and destructive scale of agriculture post a frugivore human lifestyle.”

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“I may be dying at a relatively fast rate.”

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“You are my life, you are my soul, you’re with me when I close my eyes, you’re with me where ever I go. I think of you in the morning, I dream of you as the last thought before I close my eyes at night. In every step I feel you, in everything that I do, I do for you. Your existence creates me; it keeps my heart beating, my blood pumping; it keeps me breathing and it turns me alive. Without you I’m nothing but an empty vessel; empty like a desert, empty like the moon, empty like the billion rocks that roam around this world, spinning and spinning into an uncertain future that neither one of us can hang on to, can grasp, can hold, can love and snuggle around our arms. I want to hold you, kiss you, and keep you close to my chest where you belong. This is where you will remain. So near and dear. So immersed you are in every fiber of my being; weaved into my skin.”

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“Lies! It’s all lies! The world is a lie, the society is a lie, the life of you and I…
is a lie.”

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“Hi! I would like to share a new recipe for an omelet. Break eggs up, put in chopped up onions, add a sprinkle of salt and make sure you thoroughly cook it.”

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“Does anyone have tips on how to get laid?”

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“Does anyone have tips on how to save on car insurance?”

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“…”

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“Sdfds.”

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“I love you.”

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The precise problem

She went down to the kitchen in the morning and chugged a bottle of alcohol from the fridge. Her husband acknowledged her with a glance and stirred his mug of coffee as he watched her walk back upstairs.

A few days later they were at the shrink’s office.
“So what you’re telling me, ma’am, is that there’s a problem in this marriage” said the shrink. The office was sort of dark but there was a bright lamp and some light coming through the windows.

She leaned back into her chair and crossed her leg widely.
“Sort of” she said as she paused. She shifted her legs back down and put her arms over her knees as she clasped her hands together below her chin.
“The problem” she said, “Is that there is no problem.”
The shrink wrote that down. He shifted his dark rimmed glasses and looked up. Then looking back down at his writing he said, “So what you’re telling me, ma’am, is that the problem is that there is no problem.” He looked at her and said, “So there is no problem.”
She rubbed her temples with her fingers as she closed her eyes. She looked back at him, “But that is the problem.”
“No problem is a problem?”
“The problem is no problem.”
The shrink scribbled something on his notepad. He shifted his legs. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again.
“Ma’am you’re telling me, that because there is no problem, you have a problem with not having a problem, and that is your problem?”
The woman tried to calm her nerves and took a deep breath.
“Yes, that is a problem, I have a problem with not having a problem.”
The shrink slammed his pen into the desk.
“And how is having no problem a problem?!” He shouted.
“How could not having a problem not be a problem?!” She shouted back.
“Ma’am, I wouldn’t have a problem not having a problem” he tried to convince her.
“Sir, that is a major, fucking, problem” she told him.
The shrink smoothed his mustache. He looked at the husband and the wife, then he looked at the husband.
“Did you know of the problem?” He asked him.
The husband shrugged, “I wasn’t aware of the problem” he said.

The shrink took some time, wrote something on his notepad, then debriefed. He looked at the husband and said, “Because there is none.” He then looked at his notepad and said, “And that, is the problem” he concluded and underlined.
“Precisely!” The wife sighed with relief. After getting up, she turned to the side and hugged her husband as if something was accomplished. At the end of the day, the shrink made a lot of money. He also reached into his drawer and took some medications as they left.

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