GodlikeLunatics?
Hic!
Once, there was this here ol' boy who was sure he saw a conspiracy in action, he called his Daughter over
to take a look at it, turned out, it was a Figment disguised as a Conspiracy that was dressed as a Lunatic.
know what happen next?
wouldn't that be: Failboat as Gravity?
see, i was thinking bannedtalk was domains forum and failboat was his Mod there
and then I thought, who sent me that email to join the stupid forum
and it turned out to be nighty Mare's email
then I thought to think no more about it,,,, ever again
I don't know any of these places you mention, but that's ok. I can do breathing exercises and such to deal with it
i sent you a pm not email as i had heard about the banned talk forum & i posted there a few times but not often
at the time thought you might like that new forum as you are or have been on most conspiracy forums far as i can tell
that's all there was to it
no other reason
you also answered the pm with a thanx for info
as any normal person would do
now you are acting all weird about it
shrugs..
baaa waa haaaaa ha
I ain't even weird enough to act weird
relax dude
ya can't you tell I'm not serious about shit?
like the fuck I'd get weird over nothing.
so
relax
just relax, none of those forums or members or even the bitch I just bought coffee from, mean a thing to me.
baaa waa haaaaa ha
I ain't even weird enough to act weird
relax dude
ya can't you tell I'm not serious about shit?
like the fuck I'd get weird over nothing.
so
relax
just relax, none of those forums or members or even the bitch I just bought coffee from, mean a thing to me.
quote me : then I thought to think no more about it,,,, ever again"
it's a joke, get it?
So the Bars failed to hold the Soul of Steven Christ Prisoner for very long.
Not even the Guards with all the King's Horses,,, all the King's Men
could pull Stevie back to prison again,,,
He flew the Coupe as they say, just up and left, yes,,,,,
he flew his ass away.
That Crazy Mind of his, can't hurt him now,,, he escaped it, and for that, Stevie deserves a Bow.
To the Word Smith, to the Author of a Bio Song
Unto and gone with, The Creator to his Primal Home.
Exit the Soul,
may it forever fly in the state of true freedom.
the rest of us, remain enslaved to Containers that we really never had a need for.