You see, in my condition, the patience simply does not exist for this reptilian bullshit and whatever else you have in your mass of inarticulate grey matter.
Good riddance to bad rubbish. I’ll be sure to take a dump on your tombstone.
Yeah, severe chronic pain, what a fucking joke. I have no right to vent my aggression by calling you a fucking faggot. In a just universe I’d have the fucking right to rip your goddamn throat out, you fucking stupid cunt.
I’m not dying any time soon, Lucis, my boy.
Hahaha, this has been fun, thanks for entertaining me.
Your insults fucking suck, your ideas fucking suck, your brain fucking sucks.
That’s cause you don’t have balls, you need someone else to do the job for you, you fail at death as in life.
I piss on your books, I wipe my ass with each and every last one of them.
I don’t want to die. In moments I have wanted to, but moments are just that, moments.
And I piss on your life, I wipe my ass with each and every last one of your days. Unfortunately for you, no one is every going to give a fuck about your life, publish it, or have any sympathy for it. Because you’re a thoughtless retard who thinks reptilians might exist.
Maybe if your lucky some highschool chick will read them, ohhh, he’s deep, but a serious intellectual wouldn’t waste their time.
AP,
Lighten up. With every post LT shows his colors to anyone clinging to sanity. No one is taking this person seriously. Like the other “special people” we endure from time to time, they are quickly seen for what and how they are. Let it go.
The Gods have always rewarded their beloveds with the last laugh, my friend. And when the grave takes you back, when every memory of you is erased from this earth, I will live on, and no one will have been here to see me parade insults over you so obnoxiously, besides you, all my vices will be excused, and swollen in virtue, I will live on- a falsified image of course, but an image none the less. World history is the world’s court, my small minded friend, and I’m afraid your worthlessness will in the end be acknowledged. Why would “little girls” want to read my interpretations of Spinoza or my conception of philosophy, my delineation of kenotic theology, or anything else I concern myself with? I already have several publishers awaiting a final draft for my first book- a search for Schiller’s beautiful soul, the man who lives in accordance to his own philosophy.
And no tentative, I’m not going to ever lighten up, until I see every one of the small-minded fuckheads like LT kneel- not to me, but to what is virtuous, to what is just. Not until I see them all let go of their fucking stupid ideas, their stupid little lives, not until then. Fuck them all, fuck them all to fucking hell, I want to see them all fucking burn.
Ascolo,
Intelligence is about what you know, but wisdom is about how you apply it. You’re obviously educated, but you act like a child.
This goes for both of you: Who would esteem a thinker so confident as to be utterly ignorant of himself? What honest thinker would wish for such an audience?
You can take this wisdom of yours and choke on it, cunt.
I hate basically all of you, and I am letting you know it. If that is childish, so fucking be it.
Nature didn’t just poop out humanity. Nature didn’t produce what constitutes it – life is “nature”.
That’s not only childish, but downright unnecessary. I have no reason to dislike you. I’m just telling you, frankly, that spewing this rubbish here won’t make your real life any better.
Why then do you live if you do not desire to live properly?
I live in order to live immensely, both great in pleasure as well as suffering. Your “proper life” to me is a fucking joke, your wisdom is a joke. I couldn’t give a fuck what you think is necessary or not. I want more, more experience, more hatred, more love, more. Do you understand that?
Reckless abandon and indulgence? Sure, I understand. Many philosophers before you understood that too [Aristotle, Epicurus, etc.]. However, they also understood a life as such is more detrimental than anything – and not just to you.