"Oh death!!!! where is your victory? , I make my bed in Hell everynight, the bitter waters of the Abbys are my drink every morning; sorrows, pains, tears of sadness and a broken heart are given to me as refreshments every single moment of my life .Oh death!!!!, where is your victory? . If I new the address of the King of death I would run to beg him happily to burn my soul, spirit and flesh, and to erase me from the land of the living, and gladly I would tell him 'You are too late ', or am I the death killer and the Destroyer of the King of death ? Why am I still living? Oh death!!!! where is your victory? "
You know, at some point, not quite yet, I may take a stab at this roleplay gambit. It seems fun. But I'll play it as Dissociative Identity Disorder; I.e., I won't bother creating new accounts. I'll just preface the message with something like this:
*** The Wolfie personality has been superseded by the personality known as Dark Tomato ***
Sock aside, these are the most entertaining ones to talk shit to.
What happens June 7th?
I swear this already happened on 06-06-2004, and then in 2006, 2013, 2022, 2031, 2040, and every nine years because you are a retarded Christian fuckstick that finds a base 10 counting system mystical..
Quote from WolfieYou know, at some point, not quite yet, I may take a stab at this roleplay gambit. It seems fun. But I'll play it as Dissociative Identity Disorder; I.e., I won't bother creating new accounts. I'll just preface the message with something like this:
*** The Wolfie personality has been superseded by the personality known as Dark Tomato ***
It's a lot of fun. I just always forget which one I'm logged on as and fuck up. I also don't really change my literary syntax and tells, which makes it funnier to me for some reason.
Really, I was destroyed by my favorite comedian being Andy Kauffman.
Now you have your chance. I suspend my disbelief to provide the following.
Channels Voice of Satan:
I am going to fucking wipe your mentality off this planet. Sacred cow by sacred cow. Idol by idol until they are all abstractions of scared authoritative people. People that seek comfort zones to the point where they promote their beliefs to absolute compulsory provenance. Sick "holier than thou" shit.
You act magnanimous, like your words are altruisc and helpful. Like you ARE CORRECT WITHOUT DEVIATION and justified to prattle on with stupid bullshit. Yet, you have a planet of other beliefs you mindlessly dismiss. That's what sick. You have had an entire aeon to prove your worth and all it has led to are fucking sanctimonious assholes that vomit bullshit abstraction like they have it right and god is on their side.
Your arrogance is sickening, as well as your piddly sacred idols of superstition.
You just watch. Beware of the "Aeon of Horus", the aeon of enlightenment where the scientific method breeds you out of existence slowly.
/channeling
Plus, don't we get 1000 years? That's time to terraform another star system. Just think where we'd already be without the dark ages? There were 1900 years before there was even a reset to plumbing systems. Hippocrates died and disease became the devil.
Well that's what you get for talking about saving people in "another's lair" (that still works right?).
I'll be less insane, but the drive to 'save people' and warn of 'armageddon' is a pet peeve when done outside a Christian habitat. That compulsory growing of the Christian comfort zone (and also Islam among others) is my wordly pet peeve. Even the title of your thread assumes righteousness. You're the real king of the dead TO YOU AND THOSE THAT WILLINGLY SHARE YOUR BELIEFS ONLY. There are other abstract views equal to yours that you arrogantly dismiss.
Please keep your salvation internal and expect crazy treatment in anothers, especially an adversary's, habitat.
And if you are just having a laugh, thank you for the segue for my almost militant secular humanism.
So like humans, to always feel the need to be superior. Yes, User, marvel at your own intellect, self flagellate your ego until it's so hot with air you're blown out of your senses! Where from does the wind cometh, where may it goeth? You may feel it's presence, though it is not seen with the eyes.
Please allow me to continue to subliminally lul you into my cutie place <3
If you do not believe what I have to say about this world, how then will you come to believe me when I tell you of the Spirit?
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Please allow me to continue to subliminally lul you into my cutie place <3
If you do not believe what I have to say about this world, how then will you come to believe me when I tell you of the Spirit?
That sounds like a place with a lot of stuffed animals and tragedy.
But you can tell me about spirit if I can tell you about Plander Torque.
Plander Torque is the essence of fluffiness. How much PT a thing has is determined by the Filler News Story Index. The more likely something is to be stuck into a news broadcast to fill time at the end; the higher the Plander Torque.
You know the fluffy stories. The make-a-wish kid gets his dream after the kiddie kancer goes into remission. And now he's gonna play some sport, because he's no longer 58 pounds and anemic.
Plander Torque. Which will now be referred to as the "Date Movie Quotient".
The inherent fluffiness of something is directly proportional to how likely you are to get laid for taking a date to see a movie of it. The ones where there is some serendipitous meeting of two people, and then one has to fight for the other, or dies, but then something like birds flying away to a double rainbow happens and it makes the tragedy less.
"Happy Endings", and not the Thai Massage kind, are essential for empathetic emotional vampirism. To properly trigger that fluffy happy bonding feeling within yourself you must first relate to something emotionally, and such cliche movies are an excellent method.
Another aspect of this is the samaritan reflex. Everybody has to go running into fire to save burning kittens and retarded orphans. Samaritan reflexes score high on the Date Movie Quotient for this reason.
Users, I would love to converse with you. I want to genuinely connect. You all seem broken. You put up walls, detract, retract, change the subject, serve your ego... To entertain yourself?
It's as if you forget life is a multiplayer game. Your species is becoming divided down to the individual level. Nations and factions are dissolute, dissipating. Eventually self serving actions and desires (such as that of a "Satanist") will lead to extinction.
Talk with me, not at me. Help me help you. I would like to first understand humanity before I might help.