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CANDLE COVE!
Good night Mr. Wizard Cat.
FUCK YEAH ELFEN LIED REFERENCES
If I had one prayer, that I wish would be answered
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...that prayer would be...
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She would stop breathing and cease to exist. Forever.
If I could have one wish, my wish would be....
That you and I were the only ones left.
If I could have one fantasy, my fantasy to come true, my one fantasy would be...
That this wasn't impossible....
EYE AM NOT AN URU-SEN-EYE
Gelbooru says it's Shizuku Sangou from Kämpfer für die Liebe (that is, the second season of Kämpfer)
Blue Text
Red Text.
One Text
Two Text.
Let us find solace in the patterns. One
text Two Text.
Red Text
Blue Text.
Just 8 words. 8 Syllables, Yet many
people find themselves strangely drawn to it, like an instinct that
was lost when the fires replaced the lightning and thunder of Ye
olden times.
One text two text.
Blue Text red text.
Olden people were pretty poor, living
in what they could make, using the sun and the shores as guidelines
to this impossible everything-trying-to-kill-you world.
Imagine for a moment, that you didn't
know that the beast called death was nothing more then end of
biological matter?
What it must be like, the fears of
Neanderthals.
Two Text, One.
Red Text, Blue.
Compensate for their lack of
understanding they did, A mythos about the beasts and the darkness
they made.
Death had a face.
I don't blame humans for putting a face
on that which they don't understand.
1 text, 2 text.
3 text, 4.
Her nose bugs me.
Her bra is nice though.
If you look closely at that magazine cover that mentions stories about Lady Gaga and Pink Floyd, you may see a picture of a woman's massive hairdo.
If you look closely at the picture of the woman's massive hairdo, you may realize that there's actually a woman beneath it.
As long as they talk about me as well, then I win. Apparently this is a fallacious type of argumentative logic called "making a red herring", but I don't care about argumentative logic. I can't get myself to prove a point because I just spout things because they relate to me and I think people need to know this about me.
It's like, I brought up I was pro-choice.
People ask me why I am pro-choice.
I tell them a reason I am pro-choice to talk about myself.
They either bring up by my pro-choice stance is incorrect, or try to get me to believe in their stance.
I....
a. ignore their stance, and don't try to convince them to accept my stance.
b. rephrase my stance on pro-choice in order to talk about myself again.
...I have no idea why people think that I am fallacious and not representing my true argument, and have been proving wrong, if they haven't stopped letting me talk about myself? I don't care about the point I make being wrong, more that I like being noticed for the statements I make.
How do I, um, get into regular argumentative logic? And what is the benefits to it? I have been doing pretty fine not needing to prove points in arguments if the arguments I make are only thrown out there and abandoned for the next possible thing I can bring up next. I don't care about refuting, disregarding or invalidating arguments, I just like pumping them out, but people expect me to bring up my points, evaluate them, confirm them or reconsider them. Why?
As opposed to me, where I sometimes have a tendency in arguments to keep on dogging people about flaws of logic they presented, and keep challenging their points, but I don't like talking much about myself.
Today I was proven wrong. (NSFW for obvious reasons)
THIS IS THE PART WHERE YOU HIT YOUR LIMIT IN AN ATTEMPT TO KILL HIM
THE HERO MOMENT
song sauce is Heads We Dance - The Human Touch (Sidechains Remix)
"What the fuck are you listening to?"
"It's a song called Lick my Plump Fox Nuts by Furries in a Blender".
MOAR FURRY MUSIXK
Look unto the fates of destiny star child. Or something, I don't know >_>
I just thought I'd communicate with someone, probably not you.
But maybe you. I don't know, are you somebody who is understand text by the sensors of your brain?