“Look. Everyone’s selling something. The church sells salvation. The gym sells six-packs. I sell the idea that you can want things—beauty, pleasure, even attention—without being owned by them. I’m hot. I’m also empty. Those aren’t contradictions. That’s the joke. The joke is the dharma.”
The cat purrs. The algorithm waits. And somewhere, a thousand new followers just hit “save.” hotguysfuck dharma
He smiles. He types back: “Yes. And?” “Look
“You’re a fraud.”