Blandscape
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…a failure to communicate that leaves us both aghast at the chasm of your inability to elucidate, what your nature never allowed you to evolve.
After troll, all I need do is remind you what you fucking are, and you end up asking yourself like a meditating monk high on carbohydrates and insulin lows, how you ended up throwing gay jibes and retard hooks at a plastered wall while hoping that something sticks.
I am OK with that, as long as you realise pride comes before a brawl.
We also need to discuss your avatar, so wrong on so many different levels, but like you I am sure it holds a pertinence that is easily disproved by your mere existence.
Let us talk you and I, about how Flea makes you look smart, Poppy feels the need to rage post at Blandy, and why X should never be allowed access to his own nappy, lest he tries to spell out his own talent with its contents.
You love me Reg, probably in a homo-genius way, but I cannot be held responsible for that. We need to try something that might benefit you, by simply reminding me just how easy you are…like a Times crossword, or quantum physics, or how to understand why you feel the need to consistently self-harm and charm.
This is a step on your road to recovery, and I will lay the groundwork, set your camber so you never pothole, and drive over your worth like a Caddy a on rail track with no tyres heading toward a tied up damsel in distress.
I am here for you Reg. Let you prove it!
After troll, all I need do is remind you what you fucking are, and you end up asking yourself like a meditating monk high on carbohydrates and insulin lows, how you ended up throwing gay jibes and retard hooks at a plastered wall while hoping that something sticks.
I am OK with that, as long as you realise pride comes before a brawl.
We also need to discuss your avatar, so wrong on so many different levels, but like you I am sure it holds a pertinence that is easily disproved by your mere existence.
Let us talk you and I, about how Flea makes you look smart, Poppy feels the need to rage post at Blandy, and why X should never be allowed access to his own nappy, lest he tries to spell out his own talent with its contents.
You love me Reg, probably in a homo-genius way, but I cannot be held responsible for that. We need to try something that might benefit you, by simply reminding me just how easy you are…like a Times crossword, or quantum physics, or how to understand why you feel the need to consistently self-harm and charm.
This is a step on your road to recovery, and I will lay the groundwork, set your camber so you never pothole, and drive over your worth like a Caddy a on rail track with no tyres heading toward a tied up damsel in distress.
I am here for you Reg. Let you prove it!
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