Have we finished with stories yet?

The truth might be scarier than we thought.

You see, if there is a book where stories are written let's say we are past the last page, and looking at the back cover-- which is ironic because it's a teaser of the book we've just read.

the problem is that we've nothing left to say. The problem with Jungian psychology is the scary danger. Like Churches, it's full of ass-scatology ( ok ok not being fair here) it's all fucking eschatology.

you live though this fucking story that people have lived before you. so much for free will? It's like designer underpants:

"oooohooooh! so special! it's designer" but there is more than a million silly little twats who have the same sized "designer" undies like yours. It's wearing pre-made special, not necessarily customized.

so your grand story of success is a silly little fucked up carrot story told to you to tell yourself and live by. ask what everyone around you wants, and you'll find the answer is about the same. bottom line. just that it's either in a larger scale or smaller scale.

all the stories have been told
all stories been written
our bodies dictate our tales, because we want our bodies in a certain way, our desires are so fleshly, carnal and boring.

ecstasy is just a chemical now. there is no box from which to think outside.

so review your once upon a times, it's the same boring shit, and you can be sure, there is no closure when you die, you're probably end it mid-sentec--