I pulled the dagger out of your back, told you whose it was. You smiled, said it was okay. It was they who would pay. But we are taxed until this day. I watched them do it to you. I told you. You just took more intoxicants, stimulants and depressants. You digested their lies easily, my truths, contended, you struggled them down with belligerency. I was hoping you would know. Hoping I could tell you, the harbinger was your manifested anguish. It came in the form of self destruction. They thought you would give up this way. But please, fight just another day. When we never fight the same war.
I briefly considered this thread, determined that you're a conspiracy theorist, cocky, dumb, and I'd like a sandwich.
I have seen you come though on many occassions and shit on people's threads. I don't care how traveled you are, how much older, how much more intelligent, how much you feel your expansive libarary of posts gives you the right to always shit on other's opinions. It's freedom of speech, I guess. Get over your own self. please. I don't care that you aren't a conspiracy theorists, consider that you might be just as "dumb" and that you probably have the equivalent of a sandwich shop between your girlfriend's legs. Roast beef anyone. :ack2:
By your unusually hostile reaction, conspiracy theroies and hatred of sandwiches, you're showing classic signs of schizophrenia. I'm going to prescribe some Haldol. Everybody loves Lode. :sunny:
