I object to your general use of 'you'.
I feel as though if she had won I would have been run out of my home and had to flee off into the mountains north of here, so . . . what nice thing can I say?
that I'm glad I never actually met her that I know about?
why does she need my nice?
the poor dear!
they all have that same look, like the are an anteater of other people souls. either like them or they suck your brains out.
"like me and my people or I will morph into an anteater of souls and allegorically suck the life out of you . . . muh hee heeee"
here we see two anteaters of souls rubbing snouts.
this is all after you've hd the fifth or sixth . . . whatever you are drinking and the pills that htey put it start to take action and you didn't know you got dosed.
anteater of sould sometimes do that kind of thing to unsuspecting people who start talking about ant eaters of souls. but now we all know, so none of us will be unsuspecting.
love me or I will suck your soul out of your brain with my anteater quality once the drugs kick in . . .
"love me or I will suck your soul out of your brain with my anteater quality once the drugs kick in . . ."
consumed with a general sense of loathing, the anon started to wonder if he should feel any sense of shame for dehumanizing people by imaging that they morph into cretinous other-realm creatures when you cross that threshold of delusion, and you start to face what they really represent, there in the way of the future with their shame and their blame and their 'you better love me or else' point of view and the praising of their own depravity. I'm picturing Midler . . .
no, I feel no shame about it but I'll stop.
they are horid, and they are still in full sway.
I guess that is why I channel this wretched fiction.
fringe? like the seaside?
always there, no way to ever not have it?
like the sun and the wind and the rain.
they are always happening.
and the cabal can not do anything to stop it.
why do you post her? That's like doing their work for them.
OK here is my evidence: someone is going to . . . but do you see a mention? no.
and so that means . . .
what?
but supposedly . . . here all week being a little beach, and that's putting it mildly.
but if it were really him, then why isn't he advertising his new deal?
becuase it hasn't been him, he is only here rarely, and he's actually a good person stuck in a horid situation.
that's my fan fiction and I'm sticking to it.