Challenge Satyr with your understanding of him/her/it and his/her/its positions.
Is she/he/it a hypocrite and a self-contradicting liar, like all of you?
Does he want power and adulation?
Is he/she/it unnecessarily cruel and condescending?
Vent…before him/her/it…or shut the fuck up.
Time to face the piper…
One month----tic-toc…tic-toc…
“S/he’s too much of a meow meow to post under their username.”
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Moron…Satyr moniker is banned here…to protect dimwits like you and your unnamed source.
My little pussy needs a hard cock?
God?
Yes…Abraham’s god.
“Lorikeet has flown the building.”
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Back to what truly underlies ILP.…gossip and feminine energy.
It’s what brings me back, year after year.
Let’s exchange fantasies.
I believe in an omnipotent, omniscient god, how about you?
“You, too? Some fantasies are reality. Like. All of reality.”
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Gotta get ready to go.
Ha!!!
Oh this ‘name withheld’ must be one very special individual.
“Some” fantasies…are “reality”.
Ha!!!
Some truths are lies.
Some delusions are real.
Some things are no-things.
Name withheld.
I’m waiting on all challenges on my person and my philosophies.
Even petty, womanly, challenges.
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I challenge you to… wait! let me think of something and I’ll get back to you… I might have to make something up. ROFL 
My name not withheld… 
Thank you for your succinct, well presented, challenge.
Next!!!
I’m busy challenging someone in private… one -at any one time- is more than enough, for me.
I don’t think you’d like to be told, what I’m telling them right now.
I think they’ve WhatsApp-blocked me. 
…go’damn children! 
No reply noted.
Don’t blame you.
These issues are …delicate.
I’m not a rabid animal, so… note that!
…delicate, like most peoples’ feelings here are… they can give alright, but they sure can’t take… I prefer to stay out of that cray fray.
Blame me? I don’t have any interconnected history, like most of you have here… so why would I involve myself in that menagerie?
No “interconnected history” required…whatever you think that means
Nobody knows me, here, sweetie.
You aren’t as indifferent as you believe. No more than I am.
You ain’t as unknowable as you wish to be.
You involve yourself “in that menagerie” because here you are.
Actions speak louder than words.
I listen or read words, after I see actions.
Lorikeet: believe it I love you like a brother, a half bred, half baked self appointed jester, yet can not stand the pizzaz of your evil genius act. Not out of envy but because I do it better, and put some ground under my steps, so that not be mis under stood
Do you know how many times I’ve heard that others can “do it better”, as if I am an act they can outperform?
You can’t, otherwise you would.
And if you think this is an act, then you are a idiot.
This is more real than the real.
Masks off.
In your case, there’s nothing but the mask.
That’s why you use all those poetic linguistic twists, to pretend you are more than what you are.
Are you not like iamastupidcunt?
Are you not on her side?
Yes…you are.
Is that all I, or anyone with a brain, needs to know?
It’s a foundation.
Your esoteric world…ha.
Your esoteric gibberish, concealing yourself from yourself.
…and there was I, thinking that nobody cared.
I can make myself unknowable, if I wish…
No! because here they are, not I.
What actions are these that you espied, exactly?
Every post is an action.
Every word exposes intent.
You can be known more than you can ever know yourself.
Ignore Statyr.
Narcissistic morons disappear when you ignore them.
Attention seeking weak minded fools fade away when you ignore them.
…agree.
…disagree.