Fuck this thread. Fuck everyone in it.
As soon as you stop being here unfuck yourselves for me.
I’m out of here.
I lied.
Even me?
Awwww…
Quick, get out, everything will be okay.
Stuart has been warned enough.
You know I just can’t stand not being accepted.
Fuck you!
It’s like you’re trying to drive me to smoke crack.
Alright, talk to you on the other side.
Goodbye, malice in wonderland…
bottom line:we are born alone and die as such. everything in between is a perpetual effort to fill gaps. If we are too ‘existentially optical’ we can not see the filter from the object. i object to mendacity.The key is always to listen before trying to look.I’ve been blind, but now, i really don’t know, is the best admission. Sad but true and none of You guys be offended, but the blind lead the blind. Some are more, or less.
The wheel of foolishness –
And at one point, other people than our type, the one who takes pleasure in sitting in front of a computer and thinking, communicating thinking, will have to be informed of some of the things that have risen and become diluted by inferior comprehension and thereby distracted communication.
I suppose this is an aquarium. KTS is perhaps more a terrarium. It’s all in a laboratory - this is what Satyr understands, it is his proper business. His values, his proper values. I am on the internet, he is in the internet. A web, is what it is… aaargghh…
the satyr is an enigma, different buddha faces, drawing attention, has facets, and may not be a type. after all he is half by the admission of his signature, a type is different, a type recedes as the ocean at low ebb, revealing himself as rather another creature of the see, as an ambiguity. a type of jest, bacchanalia, and an all too human example of diffusion into a referential wasteland, where the lure is self imposed. The depth there if not for him, then who of all of Poseidon’s children? The lure becomes a bait, and the slack is way too long for not having even tested the fish.