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Echolalia. Nosebleed seats.
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Posted by homeratbat111 9 hours ago.
Speaking of cupcakes of fruitcake who think they’re cheesecake more suncake than mooncake, is never being right in any meaningful way a pathology really worthy of a Buster drop? Please reply.
Is it a pathology that ought to be dropped on occasionally? Accepting that, does it then matter what gets dropped?
And a (Cheshire) cat may look at a queen.
Now get off the moon before you fall and hurt yourself.
Is ‘rendered mute’ redundant when one uses the raptorial definition? Please reply.
I take it back. You deserve that moon.
Gibbering asswater of a rage-fueled red-pilled defective induction junkie.
Yeah. We’re closed.
You’re the one used to knocking because You whitesplaining to everyone in your life that you can.
Ever have one of those days where you have so much straw, that you find yourself basket-weaving curbside outside an asylum you can not afford [despite its being free], and the baskets [who didn’t ask for this and want a restraining order placed tween you and any straw before you hurt yourself] keep coming out too-deformed to pass as the lobster-claws you want them to be, that your only option [given the garden-variety deplorability of your decision matrix] is to panhandle naked, head so far up your own rectum with a spinal half-twist, as a human Klein-bottle? Me neither, too. Ever seen it, tho? Pleases reply while clothed.
Just a part of life’s rich pageant,
a reaper-binder in a field of dead-end mutations,
Missive to a nowt-about-town:
Here are the choices as they stand… when faced with a barrage of unwarranted perjury, a responsible member of society is compelled to either exhaust themselves proving that someone is lying all the time, spending all efforts and energy refuting the deplorable decision matrix bit by bit as it continues to build itself anew on the other side…
or consolidate ones reality to make it match up with the presented narrative, thusly drawing oneself towards the aggressor begging for some kind of shelter or sustenance…or a basket to carry your brain in…
OR we sit here on this bench, drink this coffee, and watch the dirt fly.
Response written with no consideration given to clothing choices. You get what you get.
smnlqst (That’s brevity, you see. I’m told it holds some merit.)
Dunno about all that. Just call’em timesucks. Errantula errorgies. Memeconiums. Pimperneleaia. Bicameral obscuranthills. Half-baked, thrice-dropped, quincetonce-flushed shitcakes.
A Baudrillard rate of attrition and return