invert: Dude, gay pride day was yesterday. Did you cut and paste this from some sixteen year old's essay on "Why I Cut"? So...apparently listening to Bach is so momentuous, so life-altering, so great and overarching, that one must post on the internet about one's Bach-listening-to? No I don't think so. There are two potential situations. One is that you are too inhibited to express yourself in real life, and use the internet as a place to vent your feelings. The other is that you are such an incredible loser - well, actually both mean that you're a loser - such a loser that you find a source of ego-gratification and camraderie in posting your feelings about Bach on the internet. Actually...sounds familiar...are you Wanderer? I should send you a few emails, you could create an elaborate fantasy about me from them and then lash out against me on teh Sciforum. What do you think? Umm, no. http://psychcentral.com/psypsych/Patrick_Bateman Go to the nearest window. Look outside. Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you. http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=invert
Because only fags can actually find beauty in things. But. Which is it? Am I being pretentious and name dropping? Or am I being gay because I actually *gasp* like the music I was talking about?! OMFG!!!! Nah. I already know what you're going to say. I'm a pretentious fag. Right? Chortle? Let me ask you something. Have you ever listened to the Art of the Fugue? Didn't you find it beautiful? If not, then I'm amazed. I can't conceive of anyone not experiencing what I experience listening to it. Even though I've witnessed that failing already in my own brother. Yeah. Yours. How about something even better. Although just as much an 'incredible loser'. Want some truth, little Xevvie? I don't mind sharing. I've already shared it here and there thoughout the forums anyway. I don't mind. You'll have to ask though. And you'll have to wait. It's too late to get into long stories tonight. But. Of course. I'm only doing this to get into those e-panties of yours. What does your clit look like? Anyway. Yeah. I guess nobody should ever post anything on the internet. Right? Only losers post about Bach on the internet. Right? Like I said. I know now why you've become a troll. Because you fear being pretentious. Funny how you just can't help but be exactly what you fear, isn't it? I'll pass. I'd get bored talking about Dimmu Borgir and anal sex pretty quicky, I think. I don't give a shit who Patrick Bateman is. What I said was that you were comparing your mentioning an obscure European band with someone talking about a mainstream (if outdated) pop band. Tell us about how you like Limp Bizkit. They're an awesome band, aren't they? Wouldn't you love Fred Durst to stick it to you? You're right. It won't. It's nighttime now and the sun won't burn my photophobic skin. Anyway. I can see your misunderstanding. I thought I made it clear that I meant that you were just being a troll rather than a productive poster, but you've managed to extract the line that seems to indicate that I was wondering about your general absence instead. No. When you are here. You're a troll. Plus. Your'e here, a lot mo're than people thin'k. Are'nt you? Sometimes I wonder when you find time to sleep, to tell the truth. Plus. Don't you find it ironic that you are almost at 9000 posts? That despite all the time you've been absent both this summer and last summer. That your post count is still at 7 posts a day? I do. Almost as ironic as your thread on Nokturnal Mortum or what the fuck ever. Ha! Ok. That's kinda funny. But. So what? What if I was gay? Would that bother you? You've spent some time eating fish, haven't you?
invert: Because only fags use overblown prose to describe that beauty. You're grasping. I feel so demeaned when you call me "little Xevvie" I mean it's not like every trashy soccer mom uses endearing terms to talk down to someone. No. You're very original in this. I think you're more concerned about my descent into trolldom than anyone else. No. Oh god you are stupid. It's one thing not to get the reference, it's another to be deliberately obtuse. Patrick Bateman was the hero of the novel 'American Psycho'. He writes these several page long essays - in his head - about his favorite pop bands. INXS is mentioned. I was comparing my blurb to him. Now do you see? You're accusing me of something I (ironically) admitted to. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that is? Did the demon of bad punctuation strike? It's interesting to watch you fumble for an insult. Here I am, mocking your pretension, and you can only retort with "But yu are teh gay!!" As if that's not been done before. Kinda shows how bankrupt you are, eh? How much you need to bring up Bach because you have nothing of your own to talk about. How much you need the personal drama - look how you bring things back to the personal - because it's the only thing you can really understand. Actually I was implying that you were feminine. Hence the bold.
Ok. No life story for you then. Sure about that? You are. And. I'm so concerned with being original. Do you have any idea how you're doing it again? Tell us more about American Psycho. It was an awesome book, wasn't it? Are you trying to get into my e-panties? You sa'id it. It's interesting to watch you fumble looking for insults. Why should my asking you about your lesbian confessions be deemed an insult? It wasn't meant to be. Ah. But meanwhile dodging your own pretension. I repeat. I wasn't trying to insult you. I was merely asking you why think that you were effectively insulting me. Which you answer with: So. Now it's not about fags using overblown prose. But rather females. Xev. None of this means anything. You're sidestepping. Christ. You don't even see yourself in your own words, do you? Who's making this personal? Me? No. You. Why do you bring up Dimmu Borgir, Nokturnal Mortus, Patrick Bateman, Wittgenstein, etc, etc, etc,? Because you have nothing of your own to talk about? But. If you were talking about things of 'your own' wouldn't you be talking about the 'personal'? And. As to personal drama. Who is it that can always be found in drama? Me? Or you? Either you're blind. Or you're doing this all on purpose. Which is it?
Ah. Almost missed this one. Here we have it. I'm more concerned with your descent into trolldom than anyone else. Now that's interesting. And you're more concerned with my 'pretentiousness' than anyone else. So what? (Oh. Gasp. I did it again. How unoriginal of me. What will the people think?) Anyway. I think it's a shame. That's all. I've read some of the threads where you actually participated in a meaningful manner. We even had one of our own back in that Freudian thing. I think it's a shame. It's a loss to the forum that you are ashamed of your intelligence or whatever your problem with it is. I seem to remember you mentioning in that Freudian thread (or maybe another around the same time) that you don't read as much as you used to. Something about... fuck. I don't remember exactly. But I do remember you saying that you were becoming less intellectual. Did you say something about it being a social thing? Can't remember. By the way, don't take this particular rambling for an insult. You probably will anyway. And insult me back. Whatever.) Anyway. I would also like Wanderer to come back and post seriously. I'd like all the productive members of the board to post seriously rather than be trolls. I mean. You can troll every now and again. But, enough is enough.
Invert nexus is progressively getting more feminine because he's getting in touch with his anima. No, he's not fag. He's becoming self-actualized. Soon, he won't need others to pat him on the head, and he'll quit trying to appear smart.
No. My anima is getting in touch with me. But. She won't let me touch her boobies. And the bitch won't even pat my 'head'. (Come on, Plexus. Who are you? I'm dying to know. You can pm me and I promise I won't tell.)
Being situated in your upper head, I touch your lower head each time your hand reaches down. Touch your breasts and you'll touch mine. Ah. Perhaps you mean to ask what I look like. I look like you.
Nah, just use him to wax my car. I'm not sure what I'm supposedly doing on purpose, but you've bored me. Thread killed.
Heh. Know something. I was thinking the same damn thing. I was pissed at you before when you first tried pissing on something that I held precious. But when you came back to post you frankly bored the anger right out of me. And. Yeah. You're not sure because you're not doing it on purpose. That leaves the other option. That you're blind to it. Good night.
