Lonesome Crow said:
Yeap..that would be me.
Im typing my all post with my thumb nails
to fresia up the ingorOne. Hahahaaaa.
You don't do anything but amuse me because, deep down inside, I'm confirmed sadist.
All you have is your pathetic little world built on honeysuckle and delusion. You have nothing...nothing except the same happiness that a gambler or druggie might have, one built on illusion and fantasies.
Flaming you is like kicking a cripple - its easy and unfair and strangely satisfying. But in all truth, you're just the pathetic shell of a dirty old man who can't even support himself or find any respectability, so you conserve what pitiful remanants of your ego in being loud and abrasive.
But really, you are just...below normal. I really can't blame you for being, honestly, born with genuine mental retardation - and unfortunately, I use this without exaggeration or intent to insult. And I like to think that my days of pulling legs off ants and wings off flies are behind me, too.
So, instead, I'll be glad that you have perhaps some niche to contribute to the world. The sad truth is, people are unfortunately not all born with the same native intelligence. Its a pity that you end up letting people down because you simply don't have that ability, but..that'll be like blaming a weak muscle for being weak or a brittle bone for being brittle. You can't help but be pathetic.
You do have my blessings, though, and that of my wishes of whatever spiritual or humanistic force you wish to believe in.
Oh, and because I do feel sorry for you, you should know that this is why I do not post any photos of my beloveds, for the same reason why I do not mention their names - because I am above all, tactful and respectful of them and their privacy. Moreover it compromises them, reduces them to something to just *look* at, when each and every face is a soul and spirit of gentleness that goes well beyond anything of the skin or flesh. Each and every one, I love and yet love; perhaps less in some ways and perhaps not with the same hold on my heart, but each lingers fond in my heart.
But since you seem to beg for it so much, I think I might look up one for you, someone who is reasonably distant enough that I do not have be concerned with her identity being recognized. And perhaps, of a photo that might capture that ineffable spirit I so love.
Maybe.
Feel lucky if I do.
