Call it what you wish but nowhere can a girl go these days without hearing you crawl right behind her spoiling for what it is I put in this post. So while we're at it- "fighting" you has always been the analogue of sitting down with John Edwards or any other witch doctor as talented as you. All one does is watch their beady little eyes shifting for some clue so that they're all hunched over trying to guess their way to a prognosis. You know, like so: Tell me what else you can read between the lines, brilliance. My income taxes? Heart rate? Bra size maybe? How about the fact that I find you interesting but in denail of that denial and pretending not to be pretending? Or actually am interested but demurely 'tapping on your cell"....as was your other online 'friend', 'member? You're about as fun as the fattest gypsy at the carnival reading the squiggly lifelines on my palm. Idiot. Careful- bowing exposes the top of your skull and only reveals your, and I quote, "rotting psychology" Which is usually what happens to men who lose sight of themselves for those simple pheremones of Hope. Truthseeker: Shhhh, boy. Can you not see he is reading me?
your Highness You mean after he/she/it name drops, hoping this will happen? Tap.......tap...... ......tap, tap, tap......HEY!!!!!! I'm here!!!! I want to play. Tap.....tap, tap....tap.....Helloooooo! My, my such obsessions. You “know” so much despite your disinterest. If you want my address and phone number you need only ask, my .....royalmandras. I’ve got no problem giving them out. Not much to fear from a bunch of retarded kids looking for self-realization and fun. Here is the first number of my home address: 7 Ask Mephura for the rest. Hey, remember how that idiot spookz once got back at me by writing a bad review for my book on Amazon? Now, that was fun(ny). His vengeance was guided by the false assumption that I gave a shit. No need to use these back-door methods and clandestine operations of yours. Be up front and bold and direct....honest. You tease.......... She isn’t reading your palm moron. She’s holding it as a distraction. She wants you to think it's your hand she's looking at. It's called 'redirection'. It’s your face and eyes she’s reading in response to her words. Or the pull/push of your hands or the sweat and fidgety vibration of your fingers. See how dumb you are? Oh.....I mean.....see how purposefully erroneous you are.....my Queen? You......manipulate me into insult. How do they measure subatomic particles, these days? Directly? Yet, still….I bow. I reveal what I am, openly. I stand naked for all to guffaw and mock and admire, if they wish. There is no shame in me concerning what I’ve become or how I’ve battled the circumstances of my existence and how I’ve coped or how I’ve been affected or how I've adapted and did the best I could or failed or won or stumbled…..What I’ve lost and what I’ve gained are still all mine. They make me up. My scars and woes and hopes....they mark me as different. It is what makes me beautiful to behold. It is what makes me interesting. There’s nothing to admire, for long, in the naïve optimism of a child who has never known tragedy or pain and that speaks with the language of Disney fairy-tales. The price for delusional health and unblemished flourishing is ….stupidity. What lies underneath the plush vegetation of a green garden? But you wear such heavy garments, so much makeup and so many wigs. What are you hiding? Have you hidden it from yourself? Yes, Hope is the bane of my existence. I'm feeling better though. Right now I’m hoping you’ll tell me what you really think of me. “Rotting Psychology” aside. Don’t be so coy and demure and polite and ....indirect. Be the raging Queen putting her subjects in their place and creating order!!!! Call out your hounds and have them snarl and bite for you. Call out your Knights to fight as you watch....measuring, studying.....thinking.....becoming ......moist. You know how that turns on defeatist souls like mine and weak men-children. Tell me, my Sciforum Queen, how many faces do you wear, how many pranks do you play, what does that say about you? How feminine of you, even in between your machismo displays. Send me a post-card. Me and my son will be waiting. Cole Grey Serious? No! How dare you, sir!!!!
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Satyr, Muaha! Ok. I'm not involved here, but this is too fucking funny. Satyr, do you ever read your posts? Do you have any idea how often you mention 'the Queen'? Want to talk about name dropping. I don't think you've made a post without mentioning the queen in a very long time. I would think that sheer random chance would say that at least a couple exist, but I can say without any doubt in my mind that the number is few. Very few. Get a grip, guy. You're obsessed. I think you're the only one who doesn't know. Or. At least the only one that thinks he's hidiing it. Now. Carry on. (Want me to sell you some bathwater?)
sattie: without me she's just a piece of Lithium without water, inert. Ever seen what happens when you chuck a piece of Lithium into a bowl of water?
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water Who gave you a picture of me? This is getting creepy. Actually I did post my phone number once in the past, when thefountainhead called me. Good times......good times. inverted_sexus Ah....yeah....that's it. I know you are here. We all do. No need to constantly anounce it. Sheeesh... outlandish And boring. She needs some prodding like all geldings. You "chucked" the Queen into water? Kinky. Thing is, it’s raining over here - the summers are so short – so I came back to be entertained for a while. All I found is retards blabbering about inanities. Then I spotted the Queens desperate self-lubrication. Saw it as potentially flammable and threw a match. Thanks for keeping the oil flowing. Mephura Didn’t it write my location when you researched me? My photo, my wife and son and no address? What does a guy have to do to stalk someone? Geez. Here I’ll help you out: Nope….but close. It’s a 7. What’s the next one? Do you promise to come and visit me when I eventually spell it out for you? Me and little Alex want to give you something.
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sattie: the lithium seems to have ducked out, so in her absence: gendy: *lubricates herself, come charging back into a long dead thread like the outlandish obsessed freak she is. *claims to have silenced me on the other long dead thread. * I prove her wrong. *she realises shes buttfucked again *realises she can't beat me, so in a lame attempt tries to get me to surrender. LOL. you're right sattie, this place is like PS2, just a game.
What is weird is that you keep insisting that you have a wife and son. I admitted I slipped up on that one quite some time ago. I know your brother does. You want those addresses too? I wouldn't know... Why don't you tell us? You seem to have this unhealthy obsession with wanting to be your brother. SO you want this one: 7799 durocher montreal, QC h3n 2a5 514 271 5759 But see, I really don't think that is you. This one, on the other hand: K Apostolakos 79 Painswick Cres North York, ON M2J3M5 (map) Tel.: (416) 499-8330 is where I would wager my money. Wouldn't Alex be in MN with his mother?
Mephura My damn brother!!!! It’s because I’m jealous of him and his perfect life, with his perfect family. Damn ….brother! Me neither. But give it a try anyway. Damn internet! So, when can I expect you to visit? I would looooooove to meet you up close and personal. My son/nephew Alex is definitely with his mother. And ….no you are not obsessive or ill. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! You are just curiously healthy.
Shhhhhhhhh…….. This is called “turning the tables”. Usually those feeling ….violated, want to reciprocate in kind. It’s how they show how violated they felt to begin with. I just hope something tangible can come out of this. Like a face-to-face meeting. And, how dare you insinuate that I’ve had sex? I assure you I am as pure and clean as when I took in my first breath. I’m …saving myself for the right one. Right now I’m hoping it’s my secret admirer and obsessing stalker, Mephura.
Let's start with phone calls first, baby.... Really? You mean every Mary and Margaret out there hasn't known your firey embrace? My my... I feel so special. Obsessing stalker. LOL Your funny. If taking 10 minutes to tool around on the net and paying attention to details is stalking, you've got me pegged o wise one.
