Sorry for having not replied to your visitor message, Doctor. I'm guilty, guilty... a guilty conscience. I just came by foot to announce, in...
No, as far as I know she is no clone, neither is our Styx, and they are separate entities. Separate people. Though they do sound alike... but I think that might have less to do with their similarities and more to do with the fact that I know neither of them well enough to judge with any accuracy. Well, what similarities do you see? Both are crazed cynics. Crazed? More like, jaded. I confess to having used the word crazed only because it went well with the word cynic. Crazed cynic > Jaded cynic
Half-forgotten dreams... that's sad to think of. I would tell you to take pursuit of your dreams, screw creativity and just pursue them, but even...
Never leave us again, Becca. edit: and what's this, you have deleted the contents of your visitor messages. Kind of sad, that I no longer have access to our moment's worth of contact. Interacted with you, astoundingly, once. You delete your build-up of messages annually, every time you are back from hibernation? Then you delight us with your delightful presence once more. But in all seriousness, welcome back, never knew you well but you capture my interest. Nevermind. They weren't viewable for a short time. You were messing around with your profile options? Or I screwed up somehow. Nvm nvm.
Why have you quoted me in your sig? My first time having been permanently ingrained into a person's postings, and how strange it is... strange, as...
You are giving me far too much credit, I have to cancel this out again. You have a squirmingly imaginative mind, I would rep you for all of your...
That was directed at Sforzato, perhaps poorly coordinated. I meant, what was the logic of having me a pawn by the name of The Marionette when the rook was, labeled by you, more of a marionette type.
Hey, Forzie. I appreciate being put on your list, but, but as a measly pawn... how disgraceful. And shouldn't I, as a marionette, as THE marionette, be a rook? After all... So what's your logic?
Not best buddies, not in the least. I don't know who cut contact first, myself or himself, but I removed him from my contacts list after he had...
No, it's fine. Thanks for your time. That sounded cheesy. I'm not sure how he is taking it, not in contact with him.
Take a video of yourself balancing as many books on top your head, as did this girl. Post results in this thread. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUGjUCHSKLM I don't have an answer for this question. Tempted to say that I don't love anything, but I mistrust my own words and I could be, could be unconsciously trying to get out of answering. Your question was not Who but What, and What makes me think of not a person but a thing. What did you mean there? I get the feeling you wish for me to say you, Makaze. Generally I love people, without them I might be lonely; but rethinking it, I could be lonely in the presence of people if kept to my own quarters. In that case I hate people. But you don't want me to be so general, do you? You want me to be more personal. Can I bypass this and answer with, simply, that I don't know?
Truth. Truth or dare, the below? in my pantsu~
I don't know. That's why I ask you, V told me to ask you for the details. She enjoys playing games.
No, not in trouble. Just curious is all. I hadn't thought Heinlein's email would be so easy to find.
N e c r o p h i l i a c Your ex [#1] proposed a flight from your current whereabouts [#2] to the tiny and almost-but-not-quite forgotten Savage Islands. Location was irrelevant. Your ex had blindfoldedly chosen a random spot on the world map, not caring where her/his finger landed, not caring where the two of you would go to. S/he had broken contact with you for eight months, had recently gotten back in touch after a series of rendezvous mishaps, her/his dating life crumbling at your leave. You had agreed to fly to anywhere with the sucker, and, you thought, that this was an act of selflessness on your part. How sympathetic a person you were. What did s/he want, to make-up with you? To beg for your hand in marriage? The thought made you laugh. Your seatbelt was buckled, along with her/his. The plane was off, smoothly, it glided. Your ex took your hand in her/his... [...] You had fallen asleep, and jutted awake, the bumps unignorable. Your ex was waving her/his hands frantically, looking quite spastic. What an idiot, you thought. Then you gazed out the window, and realization hit. The plane maneuvering itself downwards, or rather, the strong wind currents were screwings its route-- in other words, you and all the rest of the passengers would die. You should have thought more productive thoughts earlier, huh, dumbass! You chastised yourself. No, nonono, nono, it can't end this way! You can't die with your crummy girl/boyfriend, the wo/man who would hire any hooker in your place! No! No, no. Head swiveling, you turned towards her/him. S/he jerked you up and dragged you towards the restroom. The door slammed shut. You began to unzip your jeans, knowing what was to come. You had to get in some last-minute intercourse before your untimely deaths, the both of you knew, you know that s/he understood. You wanted to die happy, happy! Suddenly, a particularly rocky bump rattled the plane, and you fell over your ex. Her/his head hit the counter with a thud. Death by concussion. You gasped. Blood oozed onto the floor. As if your situation could have worsened, you hadn't thought it, you hadn't... Then you, inappropriately, thought of body-****ing. [#3] Necrophilia. The dirty, dirty... you were born and raised a Catholic. Jesus running through your veins, your blood. You couldn't, you couldn't... but you could. Couldn't you? S/he appeared so vulnerable just then, and you... surely, if you were going to die... s/he was as dead as a doornail, but damn it, you wanted your happy time. And you could get it, so easily! No one could see, and if you wanted your body intercourse you should better hurry. You would be meeting her/him soon. --- 1. WHO WAS YOUR EX? Must be a KHV member. 2. WHERE WERE YOU FLYING FROM? Must be a KHV member. 3. INTERCOURSE WITH THE BODY OR NON? IF YES, WHY YES? IF NOT, THEN WHY NOT? in my pants
Dare. Truth or dare, person below?
What did you tell V in Voxli? Vientiesis. Wondering. How she found Heinlein's email so quickly.
Fine, Forzie, more on topic... Now that's classy. Spoiler
I must be compensating for something. Spoiler
No, and I don't see why you think I would. Sometimes shocked by what a negative view the community has of me (or rather single individuals have of me), or I am simply hypersensitive and overvalue your opinions. No. I haven't. Why did you think so?
