RE: Modern feminism
July 25, 2014 at 8:12 pm
(This post was last modified: July 25, 2014 at 8:13 pm by Violet.)
(July 25, 2014 at 6:49 pm)Bad Wolf Wrote: Oh I get it! You like to paint a picture with your words.
The picture is of the inside of your head. I may declared you six apples short of a pie. But don't worry, you would never know what it means unless I specifically told you.
So I will, nicely-like: Just stop and think for a little bit. I pray it doesn't hurt you as much as it seems to.
Quote:LOL. Don't get me wrong, its a very admirable skill if you were say: a poet or a novelist. However, on an internet forum, it is not only unnecessary but also annoying and creepy.
I have poets and novelists aplenty, but apparently artists just aren't worth as much as they once were. Now the underworld is ablaze with who got the genocidal maniacs... now those are damn fine treasures these days. Hel doesn't even realize how worthless her trove of warriors has become, and Izanmi doesn't get out much these days. Few in Hell, couple in Hades, even I've got one or two (I'm just Stalin cause Pol Pot's all I got).
If all I've accomplished is to annoy you and to creep you out... then worry not, for you are not among the artists and scientists I plan to meet once they meet their end. I'll make particular note to allow Mephistopheles to have at you, and he's a right busy boy he is. You're liable to end up... like me, but with far less sanity.
Quote:You sound like one of those loony fundy xians we get on occasion. Not a good trait.
Odd, since I'm an utterly sane uniquely open-minded non-affiliated death god, with a particular attachment to the suicidal.
It is a wonderful gig. All good things, really.
(July 25, 2014 at 6:57 pm)Insanity Wrote: "Some people play to entertain themselves, I play to make everyone else miserable" - Insanity, BF4.
My goodness, if he could just say one thing worth saying... it's not particularly easy to respect a man who doesn't respect himself.
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