Like the stars, I am a sun

Like the sun, I am a star.

You can call me god.

 

...perhaps but looking upon you causes blindness.

 

That is just because people can not handle perfection.

 

Jealousy will do that.

 

The unperfect human mind.

 

No such thing as a perfect one.

 

That was the point of this thread.

 

Sometimes it's difficult for my imperfect mind to read such things.

 

Imperfection is perfection too, my dear Stinkfoot.

 

So are oxymorons.

 

i can call you a vacume with delusions of gradure, or a tossed green salad too.

but i think i'll just stick to thinking of everyone what i think of everyone including myself is, and that is just an awairness. and those of us able to type on keyboards because we have physical bodies that have hands with which we can do so, are just that, awirnessess that currently happen to have physical bodies we can walk arround in. just like other kinds of little furry creatures that don't have the kinds of hands and drive to express ourselves creatively are awairnessess too.

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i love the sun more than stars....

 

Did themnax just say that Bird is tossing salad?

 

i had no idea he was so perverse.

 

It makes sense though. Europeans are known for being less sexually repressed than we are.

 

is that perverse? i can't remember anymore.

 

Depends who you ask I guess. It certainly isn't hygienic though.

 

i imagine with a good scrubbing and paraphernalia it could be, at least temporarily.

 

The Lysol company should start making enema kits.

 

ew...that sounds painful.