RE: Nothingness
May 24, 2013 at 6:34 am
(This post was last modified: May 24, 2013 at 6:39 am by Violet.)
(May 24, 2013 at 6:03 am)little_monkey Wrote:(May 23, 2013 at 10:59 pm)Violet Lilly Blossom Wrote: If you only tuck tail and run when adversity appears... when will you stop running?
You're either insane or pretending to be insane. It's futile to carry a conversation with someone who is totally irrational.
I have no idea where you're pulling this out of. I'd be inclined to say it was your ass... but I ain't ever seen shit so out of place before. Maybe... you missed?
Because it's either that, or slinging stool around. Not sure which you'd rather own up to.
Quote:If one day you do stand in front of an incoming train, I'll make sure that on your tombstone, it is written:
EVERYTHING EXISTS
RIP
I'm even willing to pay for the cost.
So... if I stand in front of an oncoming train (surely you meant that?), you'll ensure a message is writ upon my tombstone? Regardless of how and win I die after standing in front of said train?
I guess that's sweet of you 0.o Not sure how you're connecting death and standing in front of a train, but yknow... maybe you're distracted from the point enough.
Quote:Take care sweetie, but remember that perception is not a myth but vital to your survival. Don't do anything foolish.
You take care too, creepily familiar person.
* Violet sighs.
Just because I see it doesn't mean it's solid. Thank goodness, too... otherwise I might as well just commit suicide. Life'd be hell.
(May 24, 2013 at 6:19 am)pocaracas Wrote: Someone just came out of his first scrape of Violet...
I almost feel badly for him, but how will he know to ride the bike without eating dirt a few times?
At least it wasn't pavement or cement, eh?
(May 24, 2013 at 6:22 am)Stimbo Wrote: Oh, I'm always doing that, myself. Hey, I'm only human after all.
You know you're welcome to many more than just your first scrape, yes?
I'd certainly hope I would be welcome to more than that first scrape...
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day