You, sir, are worse than a baboon with a stick up his arse. Get a grip on reality and don't be so superfluous or gravitational about such trivial matters. You are in contradiction with everything you say and presume to stand for.
You, sir, are worse than a baboon with a stick up his arse. Get a grip on reality and don't be so superfluous or gravitational about such trivial matters. You are in contradiction with everything you say and presume to stand for.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
You are an aimus colored sage...
Originally Posted by Heathcliff
And I have a tendency to be a little paranoid, like when I believe an anonymous message to be aimed at me
Of course! Mom's been telling her desperation in several places all along the forum
Some mothers get sad when their babies leave...Of course! Mom's been telling her desperation in several places all along the forum
hmmmm...that could fit a lot of different people here....
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
I was talking about a new troll, not an old one
I love it when people debate, I love to do it myself. I just get really frustrated that people become very defensive and then make personal remarks and argue semantics in order to 'win'. Winning is not the point anyway.
Why do you expect me to always play the diplomat. Sometimes I get angry or upset too, you know.
There are some really strong comments here and they don't really help me paranoia.
People laugh at me 'coz they think I'm a fool...I smile because I made someone laugh
Nikhar Agrawal
I never think that anything is ever aimed at me. I mean, what did I do?And I have a tendency to be a little paranoid, like when I believe an anonymous message to be aimed at me
Of course, I told all of my desperation to my friends and they got sick of me.Of course! Mom's been telling her desperation in several places all along the forum
YOU are just being randomly there.
YOU need to be online when I am.
YOU need to speak a language I can understand and cease your confusing sinister coherence.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I really like YOU, even though sometimes I think that I don't.
I think that I could be best friends with YOU if you lived closer.
YOU are a total prick.
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Well said Mary.
Neither they help mine
Nothing dear!
It's all inside my head. I think too much, and I hear the beasts under the bed murmuring my name
Better become a hermit. There's no one to make sick within a cave.... wait... do hermits still live in caves?Of course, I told all of my desperation to my friends and they got sick of me.
Okay, but I can't stay for long. It's bedtime on this side
I can't, it's in my karma
Now some of you can get a picture of what a paranoid I can be
I sat under my brother's bed in the middle of the night and jabbed at the matress whilst say 'there's cows under your bed' over and over again. Yea, I know it is illiterate, but it freaked him out. I shouldn't have scared him... It was pretty funny.Nothing dear!
It's all inside my head. I think too much, and I hear the beasts under the bed murmuring my name
A cave? Eh, can I be a hermit in a house? Much nicer from my perspective.Better become a hermit. There's no one to make sick within a cave.... wait... do hermits still live in caves?
I agree, neither of those were for you.Now some of you can get a picture of what a paranoid I can be
YOU are awesome.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
I agree
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Poor brother!
Sure!
I know. I was just having an excuse for some conversation
Me too... oh wait... who are we talking about this time?
Yes, Yes. This time it was you, I'd imagined you'd figure so.Me too... oh wait... who are we talking about this time?
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?Eliot
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