People only are because they are put here. When an individual is brought out, when they are *put here* to serve a purpose (that is not their own), and that *POINT* ends up being something whatever, or god forbid hallmark bullshit, kind of hard to set up right, at all. It's kind of like your body knows that it was made with someone else's intentions in mind. That it should be looked at. That other people, bodies, should be pulled towards it. All of that "want" and "should be" is no more than a defunct survival mechanism, that's saying "Fucking shit, mom's not looking at me, I'm due for the well in no time". It's lying trash. Selfish, lying trash too, what makes us of deserving of that? To *be* the extra mouth to feed? Nothing!
I don't want to be the one left in the burning building is all, and I think everyone is in the same boat. That is all it is.
You don't need thirty other people all working together just to have a hope of making it through the winter. A random whore gets fucked, she shits out a real, living, breathing mind, into a racket chamber full of nothing, and so it walks in a circle, until it falls over, and it is not noticed because the others are on their own. There is no morality to assign to it, it just is. The whore itself is following no more than a natural process, and the question of "for?" is as corporeal as the chamber itself. Just keep walking dumbass, or you'll get in the way. After all, we are a part of nature, still.

It is a fundamental law of life to maintain itself.
What does she deserve? What would she find? What would she have of you, if she could?
The objective unreality is to sway the subjective reality. How dare you violate that hypothetical image with your own?! It should be manifested!
All of a sudden, I don't care if I'm left out! And, if one is in that position, *why* should they suffer more? That body, your words, your experiences, which is disrespected and disposed of, by the callous and sordid judgements of others, their own endless unmet wants, mistaken for *you*.
What does she deserve? Do you have the time, the energy? Because who would spend it on you? Because she would. That's why I do it.