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Originally Posted by montsnmags
Right now I'm inna bad way. Every humourless, arrogant subjective opinion posing as an ethical position, or injured pride from glorified self-importance dressed up as justifiable arsehattery makes me want to chew through the posers face and into that plain cubic Lego lump of barely sentient beige jello they can only call a brain by way of giving their reflexive spinal chord something to hold up and occasionally suck as a leech on a still-warm corpse.
I've a burning urge to cut loose and spit invective until ears bleed, and if my Queen Zelda isn't back soon, well quite a few oxycodone washed down with a slow schooner of Stolli will be my lead before hitting that special Big Red Button in my UserCP marked "Adrian" and letting him off my back (or climbing, slipping, falling, falling, falling from his) to go to town on every last bit of pissedoffedness he can sink his rabid, diseased bloody teeth into, megalomania be damned and undammed.
Yay, though I walk through the shallows of the valley of the drowned woods, black dog at my heels, I will fear no harm, for Adrian is the bringer of chaos and I his necessary Mandelbrot set piece. Pawn to Joker 11ty. Check.
Yours half-spare,
The Fool
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Marc, check the surf, and have a beer. It's below freezing here in Texas now. For all the sticky wickets life passes at you, it still beats the alternatives....
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