But that’s certainly not true.
Dead people can STILL be quite funny. You need to think out of the box, Trixie.
We can still appreciate their humor through their words ---- how ---------through their books, through the comedians who quote them, et cetera.
Actually, no. I just hate everyone actually, and woman are easiest to pick on.
Plus, I can’t stand them, because they are the biggest liars and hypocrits on the face of the planet. I have been abandoned by female friends I loved and cherished for no reason at all, actually. They are despicable cowards, loyal only to themselves.
Sex isnt about penis and vag. The vag is like a mouth, girls are soul-eaters. Men wish to be wholly devoured. That is intimacy, the glory of it all, all driven by the will to become nothing, to merge and become noise, as dust.
Plus, I can’t stand them, because they are the biggest liars and hypocrits on the face of the planet. I have been abandoned by female friends I loved and cherished for no reason at all, actually. They are despicable cowards, loyal only to themselves.
Hey, you must know my last girlfriend. Small world.
Sure, they do - if those tales are written down. lol They’re called memoirs, biographies, some may be left unrevealed until at some point a journal may be found and the “tales” are discovered.
Tales can and do survive our dead bones.
I can surely attest to this - she has more intelligence and knowledge than I do but does she shine beautifully and brightly in the night sky?
I would take THAT over intelligence and knowledge - being that both ARE a tool and they’re benefits depends on how they are used.
But I burn brightly - I radiate hot orange heat and energy. lol
That would be the enzyme luciferase acting on the luciferin in the presence of the magnesium ions, ATP, and oxygen still in the insect’s abdomen postmortem.
Now what if I actually knew that and didn’t just google it? How boss would that be?
You monster you. Did you not know that that little being was related to us stars - much like the star which has sadly died - grown cold - yet its light still travels to Earth. Perhaps that little fallen being kept glowing to show the stuff of which it is made and to show the stuff of which you are made.