I dunno man. I’ll have to think about it. Here’s why. If I actually interact with anybody in real time, they become humanized, real, living and breathing things, and it’s difficult for me to smack them around then. Next I’ll feel like a moron and regret all the shit talking I’ve done to em.
I’m like a philosophical serial killer in this respect. I need you to be a mere object for my pleasure or I simply don’t know how to interact with you.
I’m not sure I wanna take that step yet. I still have a lotta hate in my heart, bruh.
WHOS IN??? SIMPLE REQUIREMENT…FACE PICTURE AND NOT EVEN TALKING ON VIDEO BUT SIMPLY INTRODUCING YOURSELF EVERYTIME SO EVERYBODY KNOWS ITS YOU REALLY!!!WHO IS IN???
Or, sure, possibly this:
WHOS IN??? SIMPLE REQUIREMENT…FACE PICTURE AND NOT EVEN TALKING ON VIDEO BUT SIMPLY INTRODUCING YOURSELF EVERYTIME SO EVERYBODY KNOWS ITS YOU REALLY!!!WHO IS IN???
Hey look…the idiot reconsidered after my remark.
That cutting mind with that amazing judgment - he reads Spinoza - proven to be so aware so vigilant that it got involved with an underaged obviously disturbed female and spent years in prison and ruined his life…
Now, he wants to get involved with another obviously deturbed mind, because he makes him feel good and they are buddies…and allies in retardation.
Avoided a big mistake there buddy.
You’re welcome.
But if you change your mind…go ahead. He’s very touchy…did you see how fast he turned on you? Delicate…fragile. Not well.
He’s been obsessed with me for years. That tells you what you need to know. anyone healthy would have moved on.
But I liked the excuse you gave. Flattering…its not not you, it’s me…
Let’s see where this goes.
I have to come clean, and finally be honest.
I’m a 56 year-old virgin.
I never got married never had a child - it was my dream, but it didn’t happen.
I lied.
I live with my mom, am addicted to vinegar pringles and onion dip, and some root beer…that’s my weekend.
I’m psychotic. Evil man.
Take meds that make me sleepy, so I take them when its bed time…after I choke the chicken. It helps me sleep.
Never had a girlfriend. They found me creepy. Angry.
I guess I was.
Never had any friends, not for long. My rage.
Anyway…that’s me.
The misdemeanor for picking up homegirl didn’t make or break anything. I got misdemeanor charges a mile long. Never lost a minute of sleep nor an opportunity because of em.
But the felony charge that I didn’t commit… now that changed everything.
I wonder who’s fault it wuz when I got charged with a felony I didn’t commit? Me? Spinoza? Oh shit… wuz it the criminal justice system? By golly I think it wuz! And would you know that this very detail of corruption and opportunism can be traced back to particular circumstances created by capitalism?
No, you wouldn’t know. You’re biggest problem is cleaning Cheetos off your keyboard. You need a revolution.
But it’s my fault. No wait it isn’t. It’s their fault. No wait it isn’t because there’s no freewill. Okay whatever. You sound like a broken record. Nobody cares.
BUT there will be consequences. And we need not blame anybody for those consequences. We shoot first and don’t ax questions later. Questions are for people who believe in freewill.
And to maybe note an irony here; you’ve spent so much time trying to convince me and everyone else that my life is ‘ruined’, that you might have ruined your own life doing so. Or wait, you didn’t have a life. A SINO (satyr in name only). You spent your time fantasizing about mine and scraping for seconds.
Revenge is the sweetest thing and you gotta hang on to that, buddy. It means you’re still alive… if you call that a life.
What prompts you to switch from lower case personal attacks to UPPER CASE PERSONAL ATTACKS?
Is it a voice in your head?
Oh, and what is the scoop on Lyssa?
Way, way back in my own “dungeon days” at KT, Satyr once hinted that an attack I leveled at the “Har Harr Harr” lady was wasted because she really didn’t even exist at all. In fact, I’m inclined to suspect that half the members of his clique/claque there are just “users” he made up himself.
Who Lyssa’s?
No, why would we delete them? She posted some interesting stuff…ahemmm…I mean I posted some interesting stuff.
They are buried there under mountains of Satyr crap.
I sense that this is genuine rather than sarcastic.
Thanks…was keeping it in for months…waiting for December to give her my Christmas gift.
i know she thinks she’s a philosopher…when she is an anti-philosopher…like her buddy.
I can only enjoy her for a while. Then, she’s all yours.