Is that what you say to your wife?
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She’s working today, I have the day off. Don’t be rude. 
Quit using your regurgitated, tired, repetitive communist propaganda and the indignities of capitalist society as excuses to interact with other women.
You’re a loser. No ideas, no solutions. A gossiper, a silly man. And women apparently love the silly men.
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Well, aren’t you the spiteful kind?
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“as excuses to interact with other women”
Because clearly Mr. A is here to interact with all the women.
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I am just here for the philosophy, politics, and the laughs. I am married, so online women don’t concern me at all. 
Fuck outta here ungrateful little shit:
Boo hoo.
Spend time with your family. Your propaganda is old. You have no solution. You have no original idea.
Get your slave ass back to work at the call center.
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You’re an anonymous, faceless nobody pussy with no ideas. Fuck outta here loser.
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Sticks and stones…
“Your propaganda is old. You have no solution.”
Actually, that Marxism stuff is the only thing that can save this species… or i should say extend its life span a bit longer. If not, you guys may have another hundred years at most before you implode.
In fact, that’s the first way you can tell if you’re talking to a clown or not; what he thinks about Marxism and if he even knows what it is.
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What’s funny is that when i was a forum newb back in the 00s i remember walking into weird fucking posts (like mine these days) and incredibly hostile exchanges between people like they’re ready to kill each other… and i thought, how can this be?
Today, i am a very textbook case of precisely what it is i saw happening back then. A victim of some kind of weirdo internet stalker type(s) that anyone worth envying eventually accrues after… if i may borrow a phrase from someone… “tossing midgets” for so long and in so many forum lands that he can only end up being hated so much that some putz would literally make the effort and spend the time to invest in trying to persistently destroy him. I feel almost like i should be flattered… but here’s the problem. These people don’t impress me enough to count their attention as flattery or to be able to want and appreciate it. Know what i mean? Like if the CIA was fuckin with you, yeah, that’s celeb shit. But some ugly numbnutts on his computer in his room isn’t someone you’d appreciate stalking you, see.
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I’ont know but a n*gga startin’ na’smell. Can’t take a shower because i can’t dry off or get dressed. It’d end up being like a fifteen minute ordeal trying to wiggle in and out of some fresh threads.
I think i over-stretched. Micro-tears in the muscle. Fits the symptoms. Nothing heavy was lifted days prior to it coming on, and it came on exactly one day after i stretched… just like the article on over stretching said.
The stretching, in turn, is something i must do routinely to avoid pain in my lower left back and BUTTOCKS due to the leg length discrepancy and it not being corrected when it should have (early in life by competent parents). Results in causation tests are still inconclusive and pending; they can’t be certain the degenrate petite-bourgeois posh 70s airheaded mother’s chain smoking caused the bone deformities.
I would almost wish it were not just because I’d get to murder her but because of the irony of seeing a cat lady pass her son who’s crawling on his hands and knees toward the kitchen to do her dishes because she poisoned his zomes with her vanity and lack of will power, turning him into a Forrest gump retard who’d be unable to stand up by the time he’s 60 because his back was burnt out by 35 years of hard labor on a short left leg and a long punch card.
In any case, i will never stretch again. For two points, identify fate’s sadistic irony in this one, too.
He doesn’t fall infirm for doing something unhealthy and self defeating as we would expect. On the contrary! He is punished for trying to improve himself!
Poetic glory if you ever saw it. Bro i fuckin dare god to exist. I fuckin dare an omnipotent being to create a universe like this, put me in it, and then try to tell me what to do in it. Triple dogg dare, bro.
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Day five or six. Lost count. Still cannot stand up without the help of a chair or something and can walk maybe ten feet without collapsing in pain.
I reflect: i would be dead if it weren’t for society to care for me, what with all its modern fixes. This makes me a parasite, a lumpenproletariat, society’s loser.
Then i reflect again: but would i be a broken-backed redneck with a rap sheet of crimes he didn’t commit and no where to live if i never signed that contract with the State in the first place? Have i not necessarily degenerated into a criminal when i could have remained a barbarian and stayed clear of the State all together?
Then, this is my fault for not going to war sooner. I ‘stuck around’ to try the job and life thing when i should have dropped out twenty years ago.
I’d be a healthy barbarian with no back problems from a life of drudgery, and an entire world wouldn’t think i was a child molester.
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You know, reading your accounts of “The Times and Pains of Promethean” I was, painfully, brought to the realization of how much pain I have endured so far in my life and how much misery pain can bring to our lives.
Judging from what you write here, you must be the unhappiest person in this community yet you heroically manage to keep a sense of humor. Maybe humor is your lifeline. It’s clear you are experiencing, in your flesh, the exact opposite of what some guys here preach, ie, a life of abstraction. Isn’t the “Phenomenal Graffiti” guy, for instance, saying that matter does not even exist?? Yes, your body does not exist! Ergo your pain doesn’t exist either! It’s just a creation of your mind! Just close your eyes, concentrate and… the fucking pain is still there! Nope, it doesn’t go away. If this is not real, then real has no meaning at all.
Now, turning to me, I don’t recall the last day I was entirely rid of some kind of pain. It’s like at least one part of my body is hurting all the time, one, two or three at the same time. And when I go to the doctor and ask what’s wrong, after the usual examinations, they usually say: “There’s nothing wrong with you!” But my belly, my stomach, my back, my genitals, my hands, my head, they all ache very much, doc, is there nothing wrong, really? Nope, nothing. Is it all psychosomatic, do I create my own pains? Nope, they are real, as real as anything can be. Since I can’t get a diagnosis, but go on suffering everyday regardless, I kinda got used to the notion that I will die early, and that these pains will follow me to the grave, they are my punishment in life for something I can’t quite figure out. I don’t believe in destiny. I don’t believe in reincarnation or resurrection, in second chances, I believe I will only live once. And I believe in pain. I know it’s real, and I know how miserable our life can be because of it.
So I entirely sympathize with you.
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You anarchists are correct to say the current state and government of things is very terrible, but I don’t think that means getting rid of all government altogether is the solution. There are a variety of different government models available, when one fails we simply choose another different kind of model in replacement.
Hope things improve for you, I know in my own life I went through many decades of hopelessness and despair, it was only fairly recently that things have got better for me. Even with that it was only pure luck that was my saving grace, without that I’d probably be dead by now. This world has tried killing me several times sometimes almost succeeding, and yet I prevail to my own amazement.
I for one have no problem with the physically disabled, especially somebody like you who have worked their entire lives. Nothing to be ashamed of, keep your chin up my man. 
Did god design human anatomy so construction workers forced to labor eight hours every day would be unable to walk by the time they’re sixty? Seriously, what’s up with the badly designed skeletal and muscular system not made for extensive heavy laboring? Is this a joke?
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Another factor is this fast pace modernized environment we live in, people are largely impatient where they expect everything to be instantaneous, the whole world revolving around non-stop quick deadlines yet expecting quality total perfection simultaneously. This whole world revolving around unrealistic expectations where everybody is expected to act like perfection machines treating people more like automatons than humans.
I prefer a slow quiet simple life by comparison, that fast pace instant gratification bullshit is nauseating. So much of this modern world is more of a headache than anything else.
I imagine construction and carpenter workers had a more laid back atmosphere in years past than they do today. Your thoughts?
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Fibromyalgia..
I cured mine, but it takes discipline, consistency, deprivation of many things, and perseverance.. and sometimes looking a bit rough, along the way.
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Defeatist!
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Not really, I prefer realist.
Actually I got used to the notion of feeling pain. A 100% pain-free life seems almost chimerical to me.
Also, I was trying to cheer Promethean up a bit, who sounds so thoroughly despondent.
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Formula for my posting:
75 percent of content and intent is for producing a record of events in case i go viral in the future. I actually need a couple of biographers to go through all my shit and arrange the good stuff like N’s sister did into a nachless slash manifesto slash philosophical treatise because I’m too lazy to do it.
15 percent is something to do on the phone while laying on the couch. This includes shock-writing and shit talking.
10 percent is for frivolous philosophical engagement with other forum addicts.
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