…or you could just shoot yourself, if I may, that seems to be where you’re headed.
It’s a small, small world you live in, intellectually. Everytime you venture out of that world and see something that frightens you or contradicts your understanding, you immeditately jump back in your box, where you will die, hopelessly alone and ignorant. I know your kind all too well.
I know seven languages and read a book or two a day. I devour knowledge. I only jump back into my box when I see someone talking about reptilians, you fucking pissant, you fucking stupid cunt.
The only knowledge you devour fits well within the established confines and parameters of your infinitesimally small and rigid paradigm. You hate to be challenged, you despise it.
Your reptilian theory of life really challenges me.
You know, as I set here, my trigeminal nerve falling apart in my face cell by cell, you just seem like a fucking joke to me. Your whole life is a fucking joke to me, I contain it, I contain it and the small world in which you have spent it. Your little fucking brain, your little fucking heart, your little fucking life, I eat it, I eat it all. Do you understand that, cunt? You know nothing of being challenged, you can only talk out of your fucking ass. I see a very desperate, very small, little imagination at work in you, grasping at any notion, however ridiculous, in all of its desperation, to call its own. Take your fucking bullshit and shove it. Fucking aliens. What a challenge. Fucking mind blown. Would you just fucking drop dead? You’re a goddamn humiliation to me, the fact that I am genetically related to you fills me with fucking shame.
I can see you’re a devourer of “knowledge” (information), but I bet you seldom question or think for yourself. You need to be led hither and thither by an authority figure of some kind. I thrive on challenging authority, both intellectual or otherwise, I have faith in nothing but myself.
There’s nothing to respond to here, in fact, there is nothing worth responding to in any of your posts, just emotional, effeminate drivel.
I write books of completely original thoughts. Whole books. You post on an internet board on the internet about aliens. And I do this thinking in severe physical agony and disease. You’re a fucking idiot. Have all the faith in yourself that you want, it is still worthless. Having faith in yourself is only worth something when- you are worth something. And since you apparently didn’t understand my last post, let me make myself clearer. Your talk of “free thinking” and all the rest of this ridiculous bullshit is nothing more than an indication of a desperate and small imagination grasping at anything, anything at all, that it can call its own.
The guy who believes in reptilians doesn’t think I am worth responding to.
I’m fucking crushed.
I see nothing even remotely rational in your posts, just Walt Whitman or some other gay poet playing at philosophy.
Emulating the ideas of others does not make you imaginative.
As for reptilian humanoids, I never said I believed in them, just that I am open to the possibility. unlike you, my mind is imaginative and thereby open to possibilities.
What am I emulating?
And I despise Whitman. Is that the only poet you know about?
Yup, I don’t waste my time with poetry, I leave it for little girls.
And, yet, life inevitably returns to the inorganic – death and elemental dispersion. Why is it more absurd to consider that [observable] process backward than to consider all of life, time, and existence eternal and without origin?
And all I see in your posts is a pathetic stick figure of a human being, a fucking syphyillis cell blown up to the size of a human being and handed a keyboard, something that has lived, felt, and thought nothing, something so empty the only virtues it knows how to praise are originality and open-mindedness. Fuck you, fuck Walt Whitman, and get fucked.
Yeah, leave poetry for little girls. They love fucking Dante, I see them reading him all the time. Now who is close minded?
“Poetry is gay.” - Lucis
“Maybe Reptilian aliens engineered life. It’s important to stay open to the idea.” - Lucis
Yeah, you’re fucking brilliant, man.
I’d enjoy watching you die, in severe pain, Lucis. That’s how little I give a fuck about you.
And right before you took your last breath, I’d piss in your fucking face.
That’s a good question, like I’ve said, it’s easier to destroy than to create, but difficult to articulate and demonstrate what I intuitively know. Here’s an analogy, just as we wouldn’t expect nature to be capable of producing stone henge or the egyptian pyramids, we shouldn’t expect nature to be capable of producing life.
It’s difficult for you to express what you intuitively know, because you’re a fucking retard.
You’re such a tease Assholo (lol), like all people who threaten to committ suicide. Just get it done you fucking emo bitch.
When did I threaten suicide? I said I wished someone would shoot me, in a half joking manner. I have never threatened to commit suicide. And yeah, trigeminal neuralgia, the disease for which I have a diagnosis, one of the most severe chronic pain diseases known to medical science, real emo. One day in my body and you would beg to die you little fucking pussy, you little cunt.