Meaningless Thread (Absmurdity)

Sorry, that’s the smallest I have.

Neh I think you may be a textbook definition of a Nitzschean nihilist – someone who doesn’t believe in anything.

One time I interpreted the Bible; I got an A for effort from God. Also, I thought the ending was weak.

Elston, that’s not accurate, I believe in dreams.

Also, I don’t believe in Nietzsche.

The purity of cancer.

I got a brain-freeze just from being outside.

Autumn in New York.

I get angry at hypothetical people.

Is there something wrong with my imagination?

Really, I get genuinely mad & frustrated at humanity by hypothetical people I invent in
hypothetical situations who react to hypothetical actions I make-up in my hypothetical head.

I need to turn down the volume on my hair.

Although, I feel that pun must have been used in some form on some shampoo commercial at some point. If not, the marketing world is sorely lacking in hair-related puns.

Three impoverished people walk into a bar, one ducks, the other two start a fight to get free drinks.

Three impoverished people walk through a mass-market superstore, not noticing each other.

Two poor ladies & one poor gentleman almost collide at the turn of an isle full of soaps & washcloths bookended in trinkets. An inch before they collide, the gent & lady both notice each other in that inch away; abrupt they do jump as the lady begs in mild yelp: “excuse me” & the gentleman does outlay his hand thusly to offer passage to the isle for he knows the age-old maxim of ‘ladies first’ well. Then, the second lady, brash & scorn, lets out a cackle at the gentleman’s gesture, in such a way as if to say: ’that’s right you move out of our way’ which to her is another way of saying: ‘we win’. The man, gentle, is off-put by this & goes on to think of they as less-than for the barbaric display of tribalism in their cackled notion of ‘if you move out the way you are not as strong’; in this he thinks again of them as less-than, as less-than cultured, as beneath him; he then sees a sense of disgust in himself, at himself. All the while the ladies who thought of him as less-than have forgotten all about him over & over again as they are reminded of his less-than status everytime the three of them both round the same isles in the mass-market superstore. Each time the gentleman again lets them pass with the grace of a hand as they again chin-up at him in gradual increasing disdain as all these whiles his sense of disgust for thinking momentarily of them as less-than gradually increases until he finally sees himself as less-than for thinking they were less-than despite the factual observation that it was obvious from the moment of & after the cackle that they too once thought of him as less-than. And in the mass-market superstore it remains a sad world.

They are equally less.

In our springtime we experienced
All our keen senses could take
As we grew and we learned
Not to make the same mistakes

Summertime was our reward
Together we struck a binding chord
Now our garden of affection
Is a wading pool of reflection

Now that our autumn is here
I hold our summer so dear
Our fondness and affinity
Is what we always knew would be

As I feel our wintertime
Is not so far from my mind
I reach for those hazy days
And they bloom again whenever it may rain

I understand the comparison; I just don’t like it.

Them toes is wiggly; they goes everywhere.

Is that dialect humor?

Look how smart I think I am.

You just don’t declare yourself a martyr, you just don’t.

My hypothetical daydreams usually end in death.

Maybe we should consider executing some forum members.

1. warning
2. 1 month suspension
3. execution

I touch your face loudly with my voice.

Pick your nose with needles.

Think of something nice.

Please. Lay down by window light.

GUESS WHAT

GREENSLEEVES

en els teus ulls vaig la meva anima