For some reason, every time I cover something in order to protect it, some idiot steals the cover and then leaves the thing where any opportunistic d**k-head can have it.
And for frick's sake, who the heck has such a huge quarrel with philosophy that the point I'd made about originality is such a violation of their...whatever?
It's either that or just picking on me, because if you're making a point, then I cannot understand it.
I've got enough points. With which I'm being repetitively stabbed. You know all this, right?
Don't ask me questions, I'll just attempt to cover up my blurting out the words STFU-MUTHAFOCKA
Why? Because it's need to know. Why's it always need to know? Because I'm crazy, that's why.
And no, that's not an art form. What kind of bs is this? I've got my own bloody bs, which I've no intent to share.
Although some dumbass is/was mixiing intent with desire.
e.g. I would certainly most very absolutely be more than generally happy to create your rotting corpse and leave it for whatever opportunistic necrophiliac's first birthday present to himself. However, this hardly means I've any intent to execute this nonsensical armistice between my hind-brain and the voices in my head.
because: intent = you're screwed.
There's not much thought needed to comprehend this.
· Wed Jan 08, 2014 @ 12:18am · 0 Comments