Loco is sometimes Beautiful.
Or is it not loco, but just chasing away anyone with interest, because he's scared of actually being loved?
imagine being someone whose only purpose is to discourage and lurk just to cause distress or make people feel badly about themselves.
Imagine. Wait, you don't have to because that's what you are doing.
Oh so you're not the one who posted the image of the horse with the pale rider, looking like death?
That seems very fear-porn like to me.
but you're just rationally discussing bio weapons.
I am more rationally keeping my knowledge about such issues mum in this time of crisis, even if it's in the mind.
I'm not taken in by it, anon. if you are spreading blessings, then see what the image of plauge on horseback is saying to people, and ask what kind of blessing that might be?
But stand there on the thin ice of it, if you must, in your surety.
you might not want to linger on the frozen shoreline, anon, at that edge, where deeds of others have some importance, a messge gets tainted.
like those who put a prayer and porn together. They think it clever to do something that is self-cursing.
is that emotionally jim careless?
wouldn't it be nice if you were just larping the evil warped hollyweirdo and were acktually a good person. Alas, you show no signs of life.
you do show signs of constant dieing.
Would that you would live, Jim. That's you'd find what and who that matter and give up your unholy cause mongering for ? ? ? what exactly do you stand for, anyway?
no, that doesn't resonate with me. I don't do it, and I don't put up with it.
no tolerance for abomination ritual!
people like cats.
I'm not talking about that.
I'm talking about murdering babies in sacrifice. I'm talking about murder and rape of the dead bodies. I'm talking about death cults that perform blood rituals and human sacrifice. I'm not talking about wrestling, tickling, or admiring strangers pecs and abs.
you're definition of what I mean is incorrect.
I used to haunt the arcane book stores. They were usually manned by Lesbians, and Wicka types. Now that I look back on it I think that a lot of the titles had copyright dates that were far older than the book really was. There were these little blue ones out of Chicago that were supposed deep reveals about mysticism and the blah-did-ee-blah with dates in the 1910's and 20's. I think they all might have been written in the early 70's and then marketted as if . . . and I have no way of knowing, do I?
your reaction to my clarification about what I meant tells me what you are doing here, with us.
that kind of book store morphed into a the rock-shop type 150 dollar quartz statue emporium bead and magical herb store type localle, or just a coffee shop in a backwoods town that has crescent moon metal sculputures fastened to the side of the barn that serves as an outlite store . . .
you can also buy eggs. They might not be chicken eggs.
anyhoo, good luck with equating fondness with murder. Most people see through bullshit like what you do right away.
loving people doesn't mean you have to let them touch you.
I bought an old book about . . . . that was dated i the 1870s and from a town . . . that I know about.
when it arrived it was curiously overwrapped in plastic so I said 'weird' and never opened it. I thought about trying to give it to someone of the group that it was about, but I couldn't figure out a way to tastefully do it. It occured to me that poison could be on the inside of the plastic. I either threw it in the recyling or tossed it up into the eaves of ahouse where it won't be found until the place is demolished.
that's it, the only secret that is relevant to the bullshit you're going on about.