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speech patterns of your senators started reflecting their twitter feeds, it was hard to disguish that from your local 13 year old slut's Tumblr Account of Facebook. They have no idea of what I am talking about. God damned idiots. But I do. And, that is what it is about. They were hiring press release agents for the purpose of writing out their digital profile feeds for them. The incongruence in terms of speech patterns started being reflected outwards. Into the audience. And, rather than taking control of their digital feed, they started succumbing to it. And, lo and behold, while Strozk was calling him a mother fucker. Why Warren was calling him an idiot. And, why he had such little trouble living down to that in his speeches.

That is because glazing over the newspaper doesn't make you a reader. Even vocalizing it doesn't make you a reader. Inundating yourself in useless jargon or intellectual desolation doesn't make you a writer. A wide an comprehensive vocabulary makes you a writer. And, it is hard to achieve that without being a reader. And, I will not even begin to discuss the worthlessness of the average or "elitist" English teacher who i insolent enough to derrange the common lexicon of his or her time for the purpose loosening the idiosyncrasies which have alloted her the responsibility of scorn, hate and contempt before relocating and re-orgazing social resources for profit and self-aggrandizement.

This is the wrong thread, sir. I apoligize. Fuck you very much.

I heard he's in Japan. No fucking clue where, though.

what current info do we have on him

Anyways, it is called "morbidity". And, I hate this god damned generation for it. It isn't a fucking accident. I recently moved in with some roommates, and they like to use it themselves. It is the experience that you see nowadays as some street brawl breaks out in the middle of the street before some imbecile begins sipping his bear or eating his chips in a taunting manner. It isn't funny, normal or even smart. I am a notorious psychopath, and I would heighten my sense and learn what I could as a means to avoid that in an incoming future. And, often did. It was never enjoyable or fun. It was horrible. Hence, why I say psychopath. I am not deluded, it is a horrible sort of life. But, it is that seeing of a brawl, that eating of a bag chips, during, while pretending that you like what even I recognize as horrible that is called morbidity. It is morbid because it is you trying to kill your own fear. Latin. What makes me what I am, is that I do not flee from danger. I am not attracted to it, but normal humans do flee. I do not, I avoid. That's the difference. It is the environment that I live in. This generation whoever, doesn't flee nor avoid and that is reflected in this fetishism that it has when it comes to taunting others.

But, that is what it is. Morbidity. Knowing deep within yourself that something isn't wrong, and refusing to take no for answer. And, instead of changing directions, trying to waft out the smoke as the engine continues to burn.

wrong thread

The reality is that when I first arrived at my new place of residence, I was dismayed and distraught. Sorry to say, but even grown men can be broken. And, I was not, but you are a fool and idiot to think that no hardship is enough to rattle and perturb me. It was. But, in my state of disorientation, I was painfully annoyed my roommate as he pretend that his substition for "what", as "yes", was something special. And, I couldn't precisely blame him when initially moving in. But soon enough, the idiot began using the same attitude when addressing me. Degrading my name out of its formality when pretending that I had befriended him. I had not. It has now been a year or so since I moved in, the bitch doesn't see me for more than for a minute. A week. Since I purposefully synchronize my sleeping habits to avoid him. Due to my own fear of being a hypocrite. While loathing him. As he nowadays just started saying "Hello, what's up, how are you" in a quick-fire, and erratic manner while crossing my path as I walk towards the laundry room. It's shameless. And, that is shortly thereafter he asked "what's up", as I replied "Just doing laundry", before he said "Yes, it was needed". No, it wasn't needed. That makes no sense. He had no idea that I was even going to do laundry. But, that is the sort of person that he is. Superficially manipulating his own lack of decency. And why? Because it is annoying. It is god damned fucking annoying. It is annoying to have someone saying "What? What? What?" as a habit like a god damned idiot. And, that is how most people are. Instead of reacting to their own stupidity, and fixing it, correcting it, they substitute what it entails, as a means to deceive you into thinking that it is a personality trait. It is not. It is god damned fucking annoying. To everyone. To have someone saying, what? What? What? And, most people nowadays watch enough movies to know how to manipulate the situation. So, when the imbecile says, Yes? Yes? Yes?

what the fuck is this schizo shit

You think that he is being particular, peculiar or somehow unique. No. It is him being unique and you being manipulated. That is, like when you annoy someone by pretending that you couldn't hear them. As a means to establish dominance. Obviously, adults shouldn't even be doing this to other adults. Or, at all. But as a power-struggle, it is useful for subduing and dominating. And, that is what he does. He is a god damned worthless mind. On paper. You won't get a single line of graceful wisdom from him. On paper. He will die in disgrace. That much I assure you. But, for the time being, he is highly manipulative and highly adept at it. And, that is the majority of humanity. And, it has to do with the fact that he isn't a progressive sort of intellectual at all. Anyone who is not actually has the luxury to remain behind, to remain mediocre, and rumminate within society's cultural scrapyard while increasing their level of skill and dominance. The trouble nowadays is that there is far too many of those indigent scoundrels and they are far too well educated with our social and psychological inner-workings given their luxury in terms of digital media and television programming or movies.

And this doesn't concern you. Not really. My luxury, in terms of living within this cesspool of psychological ailments isn't your concern. Actually. But, it clarifies a few things. For me. The neurosis, social anxiety and schizophrenia is pallatable. The female roommate likes to substitute not only "dog excrement" with "bathroom" in reference to the dogs, like most humans, but she also likes to re-iterate "backyard" or "front yard" as "outside" and the entire of the god damned fucking house with "inside". Which is god damned fucking lunacy when you think about it. That is what it is. Lunacy. The kitchen isn't "inside". It is kitchen. The living room isn't "inside". It is living room. Etc. The same with the front lawn and back yard. But why?

But why? It took me a while to figure it out, but her god damned fucking social anxiety is necrotic. You'd have a hard time believing my diagnosis until you realize how stupid and psychotic you are for believing that she is a healthy human specimen. Which she is not. That is, while the police department perceives her as such and sees me as otherwise? Why? Because I am 6 feet tall, healthy and do not look like a faggot. That's why. I am not stupid enough to not hate them. Godless heretics. But, she is about a foot shorter than I am, dumpy, and comparatively normal-looking. Comparatively. In America. Which is a problem, because unless you are a finely educated sociopath in America, you probably suffer from chronic anxiety and don't even know it. That's what it is, an inferiority complex. The sure-fire chute going downwards into abject shame and social anxiety or various phobias.

But, while reforms her psychological trigger for anxiety, the front door, as the beginning of "outside", with the interior of the house becoming "inside", rather than living room, kitchen and bedroom, then she can shout the outside away with at the top of her lungs and can proclaim that the inside is her own kingdom. And in god damned fucking America, it is. The police squad is constasntly bombarding you with that reminder on television programs, and nowadays on youtube, reminding you that you are either stepping out into dangerous gound or about to get back to your dog kennel the moment that you step outwards into the front lawn, before they step into the picture in order force you back inside, while promising you that they won't invade your property that is now your sancturary. Your psychotic, piece of shit sanctuary that you believe to be an island , solely, surviving whilst surrounded by an ocean of peril and crime. As the police made you belief. Of course, my male roommate is blatantly making it clear that it is not this way. That he won't dialouge with me, like a

sane and rational adult, without the vivid threat of me being the one to knock his teeth out for being the insolent pest that he is. And, even this he plans to use in his favor the moment that the police show up while pretending that he is too much of an iidiot and too short to have coerced the situation in his favor. But meanwhile, here is the idiot making the stupidest comments as possible. Pretending that they are normal. Pretending that he isn't hearing the shark and brief, unfriendly, remarks that I emit his way as casual etiquette before the idiot finds himself saying things like " Hellow, good day, how are you?" In a short, senseless sort of a burst. Why? Because pausing to think of the reality is to terrifying. That is necrosis. Morbidity. You having shoveled and ounce full of anesthetic into your neural circuitry, like an imbecile, while pretending that it is normal, before being accepted as plausibly normal. By everyone. Except me. As greet you with the unrepenting sort of rejection that you deserve, when you deserve it. After enough time as required for me to make an accurate personal judgement. Not when first meeting you. Not when you can default into blaming me as unpleasant character. Afterwaards. After you realize that I hardly inarticulate, hardly truly disturbing at all, but frightening enough, a critically thinking and sentient sort of being. All while I heard that you were speaking behind my back. About non-sense and stupidity. But, now that you realize that I am actually sentient and thinking, you can't even cognize the reality because it is too terrible. Horrifying. That is called "schizophrenia". Psychotic dissociation. Thinking that the chairs are as living as people or that people are as innanimate as chairs. And when you learn that they are not, being too frightened of the reality that you do indeed need to accept that their rejection is well due,

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that you might need to earn your way out of it's line of fire regarding warnings, and that now, due to your years of obscene-minded morbidity, you are decades behind in terms of maturity. Not only that, decades ahead in terms of being rotten. In a span of 10 years, you are now 20 year in debt when it comes to being immature or rather rotten. It isn't a coincidence. It isn't a coincidence that there are so many homeless vagabonds. That so many males can't change their own car oil. Cook their own meals. Wash their own clothes. Useless. No useable thought here, and yet an endless sea of toxic critque. Disgusting. Upsetting. And, disturbing.

But before you write them off as the worthless psychological lepers that they are, or validate your own sense of superiority, you really should be realizing that they are an obnoxious threat of which you were previously unaware. The Christians call them sinners. The muslims infidels. The wiccans the profane masses. I call them a god damned fucking cesspool of psychology. And before you begin to empathize with their apparent humanity, just understand that they are motivated by self-interests, a sense of safety and security, and are superficially intent on exhibiting that bait or decoy, while being obscene enough to be meticulous plotting these insidious attempts to undermine your sense of reason, civility and ethical propriety. Surely, investing as much psychological potential as they can in dethroning the latter. Particularly. A god damned psyichological siege, that is what it is. If they aren't being coersive and insidious, they are being sanctimonious and making your doubt your own integrity while producing a flaw in you where there was none.

I hate them. Psychological lepers.

At the same time, that is why I have roommates. I can't tolerate them enough to collaborate with them for rent money. Or much less a mortgage. But do be aware, that same line of reasoning prevails. Throughout the planet nowadays.

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