Cause I am here to remind ye, ye are not.
You bleed text and make a mess of yourself, but all your efforts result in nothing more than a filthy spot on the forum carpets.
You sound like a chicken's vagina at this stage in your free fall, wailing about content when your last competent attempt at what qualifies as "troll forum" material was published way back when Third Rail was online.
You are the one that talks about content (ad-whitever-ye-like in Latin), Proxy. Not me.
I merely demand it.
What passes for content in Meltdown is one step down from a xeroxed comic that a kid produced in his basement and then distributes for free at comic book conventions.
So keep bleating text and prancing around like you're beating up people on a forum. After all, that's your legacy.
Well Proxy, I didnt actually fink I wid have to come in here and re-educate ye wiff the same vim and vigor as a gulag superintendent. I am merely pointing out a fact, you claim content is King, while never delivering much, and you claim oneupmanship over those that bring you up on those very simple charges.
I am not beating up people on a forum, I am simply reminding them of their own glaring hypocrisy. It isn't a debate.
You have spent multiple accounts and timelines demanding content, but as soon as you get it you look perplexed. All I am here to do is remind you that you cannot have yer cake and eat it, throw it up like a bulimic ballet prancer and then claim victim-hood over your own dead eyed staring inconsistency.
Prancing around you is whit I have always done. Prancing around your comic book mentality is just a bumper bonus.
as Cunty used to say, no one does BH or even TRF level content anymore, it's a red herring. So, rather than trying to offer it up in the school cafeteria, it's preferable to simply talk about it in the past tense.
You haven't aged well, as our conversation in your room demonstrated. All of your so-called talent was wrapped tightly in a straight jacket, and you couldn't seem to break free from the troll forum confines that bind.
Your fingers fornicate with your keyboard, and the product is ejaculated upon this forum. This is your seminal contribution in every thread.
As for your so called beatnik poet skills, Poppy had to toss out all but four lines of your poem and rework it completely before it was fit for publishing and reading. Poppy mentioned that you were referred to as "some Scottish man" in the author's note, so be thankful for that.