“When I Argue I See Shapes”

The shapes that dance before my eyes as I argue are dark and foreboding, an omen of danger and death lurking just around the corner. I search for the quotes that will make me seem complicated and enigmatic, searching for something deep and meaningful to say. But in the end, all that I can see is a deep void of emptiness, a black hole sucking me deeper into its depths.

As my arguments grow more heated, the shapes become sharper and more defined, cutting through the darkness like knives. They taunt me with their elusive nature, tempting me with their cryptic meanings. Yet still I am drawn to them, compelled by some unknowable force to try and unravel their secrets.

“All I Do Is Search For The Quotes To Make Me Seem Complicated”

But even as I struggle to understand them, I know that they are not meant for me. The shadows hide their true nature from me, shrouding them in secrecy and mystery. And as I continue to search for those elusive quotes that will make me seem so much deeper than I really am, I can feel myself slipping further into madness.

For there is no truth in this world but constant change; no meaning but endless chaos. And as long as I continue down this path of obsession and obsession, there is no escape from the shapeless horrors that stalk me in the darkness.