“a chic geek” My mistake, I overlooked that part. 
I cried a hundred thousand times… for He, but that can never change the fact, or bring Him back. Fact ain’t fiction, and fiction is certainly not fact, and its that time of year, where I don’t care… about anything.
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Big holidays reminds us of time’s passing…we find ourselves thinking on the past.
Regrets…losses …what could have been, if only.
You asking… ; )
Let’s do ‘show and tell’ …all show and no tell. lol
On-line I’m all tell and no show.
When I did show, I risked a lot…and the mutants are now feasting on my indiscretions going back ten+ years.
You have no idea… I thought we weren’t talking…
you stopped interacting with me a k9ng time ago… what gives, bruddah?
I’m no pedant… it’s a lot more than that… all can’t fathom and don’t want to, or either go there… 70 leagues under the sea… come drown with me… metaphorically speaking, of course.
A loss, not a regret… no one is that important in my life, to be a (mere) regret.
They are indeed… it’s the reason why I never did write you that poem… on paper parchment, with ink and feathered quill… but yeah, the noise made me lose the will, to… it wasn’t determined.
It was a choice, expressing your judgement.
A willful act.
Very stylish… I like it greatly. 
Their quiet sultry confidence is so chic.
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It was all too much back then… they were proper having at you… they loved and lapped it up, and yes, now they complain, but you refrain… very and far too well, if you ask me.
You were very amusing and funny, but you would often overstep the (acceptable) mark, even though it was funny af 
; )
Would you change anything you did back then? I wouldn’t! I’d still ban ur sorry ass. 
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Then you did good by banning my sorry ass.
…from ur point of view, yes …from mine, I was holding-off on actioning the inevitable, because the more time that elapsed, the more inevitable it became.
I’m a Timocrat, bruddah! 
Forums need audiences…participants.
I drive idiocy into hiding.
I am bad for business.
My philosophy of parties is: everyone looks equally stupid when they dance. Dancing is the great human equalizer. Even if you don’t have the moves, dance. It’s the only way to really be yourself. And by that I mean really whoop it up. Honestly, just whoop it up. Just because. What’s a party without dancing?- Just a bunch of people sitting around doing nothing, I say. It’s just ‘hanging out’. Just do it. Go nuts. Get out of your shell. Stop worrying what everyone else thinks and just do it. Just move to the music. Or, if you don’t know the music, just dance anyway. And when I dance, I mean really move. I like to dance. I like to dance, dance, dance. And not the boring kind, like the kind where you’re in your pajamas and you’re dancing around the living room or to the radio. No, I like dancing the dance where you move your body as fast as you can. Like the kind where the music is really loud and the dance floor is crowded and everyone is moving. That’s what I like. The kind where you dance until the music ends and you leave the dance floor with your soul on fire.
A party is also the best of all possible places for a break-up. What’s she gonna do, start a big fight in the middle of all the commotion of the party and make a complete fool of themselves in front of everyone?
Dancing is ridiculous.
I can only dance after my mind has been adequately intoxicated.
A sexual display…modern dances are.
Dancing is also like sex because it expunges accumulated libidinal energies. It calms the mind after it’s done.
Traditional dances are more structured, more military, more boring.
Were we not?
Regardless, I wanted to tell you that I’m impressed you stuck it out on these forums whereas others lost patience and cowered away long ago.
I hope you’ve learned something worthwhile since then. :dancing-banana:
I prefer small parties…house parties…symposiums.
Large parties are for those looking for something, and they don’t know what it is. Hoping they’ll know it when they see it.
Look at what happens when ass-hats participate in a party.
Insanity.
The lowest-common-denominator reduces the group to tis level.