It's not a LARP but I will say this, don't try this at home.
My actions and words are specific to the circumstances both legal and otherwise I find myself in.
I do however hope that I shall share some of the intricacies to our common yet different cultures as well as open peoples' eyes and have them consider there might be more avenues available to them than they realise.
Including what you can truly achieve with freedom of speech, or typing. You might not remember but they use to call us motormouths when we had no keyboard to punish.
We also write a lot as we're from the millennial generation where for example we used to perform remarkable feats such as reading an entire book cover to cover!
For such a self-professed whatever-the-fuck-legend-in-your-own-mind, you assume way too much. Still, my favorite account, with this shitty site had subscriptions and followings.
The magic spark started in my soul escaped to my mind where it then travelled through my finger tips and it wont stop there. I am not afraid of disappointing you. I am afraid of disappointing my own appointment on this plane of existence. I do not care for legend or beyond the grave but rather what I bring to the grave. I shall exhaust all words until there is nothing left but that which is beyond words. If you thought the left were bad enough with their wordsmiths wait until you see what's in store for them. Your parents shall cover your eyes lest you turn to a pillar of salt.
I'm me. I say what I say. I say the things that have not been said. I do not define myself by saying things I liked hearing then repeating to then be liked by others with ears. This is actually what I look like in real life, the lumbering towering unknown cynic. No one shall ever know me but they shall know my work. The work never ends even though the body might we shall find another. If you meet me you shall find yourself pierced by my eyes and failing that my words which I have been told many a time cut like knives. This man is me. Now you know how I appear. Look at how the shell is worn. That is how I wear it. That is how you shall know me. Do you see the eyes? Cursed with knowledge and understanding. In every generation one of us is born. Two souls inhabiting one body. The self and the awareness of self. The mirror. We refuse to be known by name only our deeds. Consider yourself blessed to brush aside one of us. I am seen and I have seen. A true cynic shall never be known by name but by deed.
When evil removes all those who are unlike them leaving only those alike with their cancel culture and otherwise then only evil shall be found among them and no innocence. Then the party begins. Not one shall be worth saving as they cannot tolerate the company of those worth more than they.
God has spoken. I look forward to meeting you in person in the after life.
You do like to type, doncha? Got a fancy ergo mechanical keyboard? I do!
Good stuff, tho, bucko. You are my favorite account here now, keep the LARP going! 😂🤣🤣😂🤣😂
No I use the cheapest keyboard for a fiver.
It's not a LARP but I will say this, don't try this at home.
My actions and words are specific to the circumstances both legal and otherwise I find myself in.
I do however hope that I shall share some of the intricacies to our common yet different cultures as well as open peoples' eyes and have them consider there might be more avenues available to them than they realise.
Including what you can truly achieve with freedom of speech, or typing. You might not remember but they use to call us motormouths when we had no keyboard to punish.
We also write a lot as we're from the millennial generation where for example we used to perform remarkable feats such as reading an entire book cover to cover!
For such a self-professed whatever-the-fuck-legend-in-your-own-mind, you assume way too much. Still, my favorite account, with this shitty site had subscriptions and followings.
The magic spark started in my soul escaped to my mind where it then travelled through my finger tips and it wont stop there. I am not afraid of disappointing you. I am afraid of disappointing my own appointment on this plane of existence. I do not care for legend or beyond the grave but rather what I bring to the grave. I shall exhaust all words until there is nothing left but that which is beyond words. If you thought the left were bad enough with their wordsmiths wait until you see what's in store for them. Your parents shall cover your eyes lest you turn to a pillar of salt.
I'm me. I say what I say. I say the things that have not been said. I do not define myself by saying things I liked hearing then repeating to then be liked by others with ears. This is actually what I look like in real life, the lumbering towering unknown cynic. No one shall ever know me but they shall know my work. The work never ends even though the body might we shall find another. If you meet me you shall find yourself pierced by my eyes and failing that my words which I have been told many a time cut like knives. This man is me. Now you know how I appear. Look at how the shell is worn. That is how I wear it. That is how you shall know me. Do you see the eyes? Cursed with knowledge and understanding. In every generation one of us is born. Two souls inhabiting one body. The self and the awareness of self. The mirror. We refuse to be known by name only our deeds. Consider yourself blessed to brush aside one of us. I am seen and I have seen. A true cynic shall never be known by name but by deed.
When evil removes all those who are unlike them leaving only those alike with their cancel culture and otherwise then only evil shall be found among them and no innocence. Then the party begins. Not one shall be worth saving as they cannot tolerate the company of those worth more than they.
God has spoken. I look forward to meeting you in person in the after life.