It’s too bad you’re not actually here when this sort of thing happens.
I can’t make you suffer the consequences.
You’re lucky I went to hell for you.
You were definitely hell bound.
Pretty sure we were just visiting simultaneously.
When you step into a persons karma to get them out of hell; you have to go through their hell.
Like I said….
I’ve been through thousands of hell realms and even the deepest pit of hell.
Hell shouldn’t exist.
Yeah. I’m a badass for doing that. But hell shouldn’t exist in the first place.
So that makes me a pointless badass
See what i mean? Itchy is aiding and abetting Ecmandu’s crime of lunacy by asking him such questions as “how did you pull her out of hell”. By doing so she gives legitimacy to what Ecmandu is saying and this reinforces his silly behavior.
On the other hand, if he isn’t merely being silly and the elevator has in fact stopped, this aiding and abetting has even worse effects. It’s like trying to put crazy out with crazy. It won’t work.
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You should really take your own advice when you’re talking to your mom. You should go read that motivational interview thread humanize started.
@Ecmandu would your mom agree that you got her out of hell? what did that look like for her?
She wouldn’t notice a thing
You have to understand …
Hell is hell. It’s not just getting your feelings hurt.
I felt her pain that I was murdered.
When I came back, I punched my hand into the earth and caused an earthquake.
True story. I wanted demons and angels to leave her alone.
I don’t mind dying. I came back for her.
I’m sorry, did you just suggest that i read a… ‘motivational’?
A motivational.
Me. You think i would do good to read a motivational.
I’m sorry, but i don’t read motivationals.
To add to this…
The one word I said when I punched the ground was, …
No
And now decades later we’re on a message board talking with each other
To add to last post Prometheus…
Which was my past life btw.
I just want to die, but I can’t.
I’m somewhat special, but none of you can die either.
I don’t mind living forever. It’s just the old age phase of each life that i don’t like. I’d rather die around 40 every life so i could start the next one sooner and skip all that old age bullshit.
Wait. Stop everything. I’m aiding and abetting here. Carleas, please put my account on probationary status, edit this post and tell Ecmandu it’s curtains when we die. Do it now before he builds a hyperdimensional mirror and sends me to a non-consent violating reality.
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40 is not too bad.
That’s when a man becomes a man.
To add to that.
I ponder deep mysteries of the cosmos. Humans are too simple for me.
One of the things I ponder is that I can extinguish the cherry of a cigarette in water with a little shhh sound and then throw it away.
I’ll add to the last two posts.
Boiling water extinguishes a cigarette
Cold water extinguishes a cigarette
It’s not humans that puzzle me anymore, it’s things like this.
I entertain myself by contemplating it.
Why does water exist? Why does it have that property and why does it always extinguish the light?
Here’s an oldy but goody trick you can do with a bic lighter, but you have to sacrifice the lighter.
Break off the metal trim piece so the wheel comes off… but hold your thumb over the hole under the wheel. A spring is going to shoot a piece of flint at you if you don’t, and you’ll lose it. Carefully remove the flint. Take the spring and stretch it out like you’re roasting a marshmallow on it. Wrap the end around the flint and hold it over a flame until the flint becomes glowing red hot. Then, stand back, throw it hard to the ground, and it’ll explode sparks everywhere.
There’s another way to do it without that level of intricacy.
Just throw as high as you can.
When it hits pavement it will explode.
No, you can’t allow it to cool, bro. You have about 1.429 seconds in conditions with the barometric pressure and humidity of Portland before it’s no longer red hot. 1.64 seconds in cities like Arkansas.
It won’t explode into brilliant sparkles of light unless its redhot on impact.
No no
It’s just cracking the internal pressure.
I’ve been a trickster most my life.
You remember cap guns?
I used to buy the caps and spend hours with a needle taking out the minute gun powder in each one.
After a day I’d have a huge pile of gunpowder and I wrapped in toilet paper.
In my highschool breezeway I’d pull it out of my pocket and throw high into the air and just keep walking …,
When it hit the ground… it shocked everyone.