Red Mosquito

dad wrote:

Dev wrote:

dad wrote:i guess that's a no on reiki, huh?

Sorry about all of this, dad. This is not how I prefer to spend my time posting.

hey, dev. i hope all the good things happen for you and trag and whomever else you've got beef with.

you got this.

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:And again you try to 1 up me

Genuinely hard to believe an adult with a fully developed brain would think like this.

I just feel bad for you at this point. You're obviously battling hard.

verb_to_trust wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Dev wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Dev wrote:And my point about shtick was because this supposedly serious thread devolved into shtick immediately and Joey participated in that joking. So this actually is about Joey misinterpreting my comment again.

I apologize for misinterpreting your posts, Dev. That's on me.

I'm curious, though, where you see me participating in joking in this thread? Either I'm forgetting a post or we're not on the same page here. Which might explain why we can't find common ground here.

See I kinda knew you would feel like this. To me most of your posts on the first 2 pages except the original post seem shticky. And many of those posts are responses to posts thst were clearly shtick. For me this is not a hugely important point though. I just made a joke about how the thread had in my opinion turned into shtick.

I can't speak for others.

It’s literally all youve done in the thread you freak

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:And again you try to 1 up me

Genuinely hard to believe an adult with a fully developed brain would think like this.

I just feel bad for you at this point. You're obviously battling hard.

You shouldn't talk about intelligence at all. There are a few I dislike here but in addition to being deplorable you are easily the dumbest of them. There is zero evidence of intelligence on your part. You just seem desperate.

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:And again you try to 1 up me

Genuinely hard to believe an adult with a fully developed brain would think like this.

I just feel bad for you at this point. You're obviously battling hard.

You shouldn't talk about intelligence at all. There are a few I dislike here but in addition to being deplorable you are easily the dumbest of them. There is zero evidence of intelligence on your part. You just seem desperate.

Oh no now you've 1 upped me! I have no choice but to obsess about it like an unhinged maniac for the next few hours.

Hope you get the help you need, pal.

Dev wrote:

Ello Sailor wrote:

Dev wrote:For that matter, the people who enjoy my sillier posting need to help me maintain order on the board against the incels. Like I think if everyone who thought Soma was trash spoke up when he was acting like trash it would deter him. But he just hears me telling him what he is so he delusionally believes in what he is doing.

Yo Dev weren't you saying just the other day that you never think about me? It appears that I'm parked up in that mushy brain of yours rent free!

This is who you "made peace with", Epilogue. I'd like to think you are better than this.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Jorge wrote:I don't know if Joe even realizes what he did here today

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

epilogue wrote:I can't pretend to know what someone I've not met irl has been through in their lives. But it must be something nightmarish to need to insist that a genuine gesture of good faith healing is nothing but a scam. I'd say it's sad and I'd probably feel some level of empathy for their situation if that person wasn't verb. Who does not deserve our empathy or understanding.

But I think even he can heal. In fact, I remember a time when he wasn't so far up his own ass that he was fun to post with. I'm not sure if it was r2d's meltdown and perma-ban that did it, or my blocking him on Strava, but it started before Covid, so it's not as simple as that. Whatever the cause, he wasn't always like this. Which is how we can tell this is a choice.

He's made his, I've made mine. There can be no healing between us, perhaps. But we can heal individually. And the best path toward that for us, is to just ignore.

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knee tunes wrote:

epilogue wrote:I can't pretend to know what someone I've not met irl has been through in their lives. But it must be something nightmarish to need to insist that a genuine gesture of good faith healing is nothing but a scam. I'd say it's sad and I'd probably feel some level of empathy for their situation if that person wasn't verb. Who does not deserve our empathy or understanding.

But I think even he can heal. In fact, I remember a time when he wasn't so far up his own ass that he was fun to post with. I'm not sure if it was r2d's meltdown and perma-ban that did it, or my blocking him on Strava, but it started before Covid, so it's not as simple as that. Whatever the cause, he wasn't always like this. Which is how we can tell this is a choice.

He's made his, I've made mine. There can be no healing between us, perhaps. But we can heal individually. And the best path toward that for us, is to just ignore.

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Malloy wrote:i have a crippling bout of stomach flu. just got over COVID a week ago. might join isaac turner in poster heaven

epilogue wrote:Phew. Looks like things for worse after I went to bed.

That's alright. It's a new day. Shake it off.

knee tunes wrote:

Malloy wrote:i have a crippling bout of stomach flu. just got over COVID a week ago. might join isaac turner in poster heaven

Nooooo!

Malloy wrote:i have a crippling bout of stomach flu. just got over COVID a week ago. might join isaac turner in poster heaven