Falsely intelligent, immunity to anxiety from stressful stimuli, unreliable, untruthful and insincere, a complete lack of remorse, shamelessness, poor judgment, and a failure to learn by experience…
Given those symptoms, such a prognosis sounds much more like most of you than it does like me.
Anonymous said:five meters of communism also known as your dICK
Is that with Potemkin Village “democracy” as the lubricant and authoritarianism as the latex barrier?
Certainly you know the way to my heart as I will soon know the shape of your innards.
Watch one dissolve into death enough times and it creates an interesting sort of camaraderie.
And here I thought you attended that just for the food.
I am a man of many motives.
Well, I am a usual pestilence and I am still here.
I did say “almost”, did I not?
Odd how almost lonely it feels without one’s usual pestilences to burden the days…
[TAKES A RUNNING START AND LEAPS UPON]
[HE DIDN’T DO THAT WELL BUT HE’S HOLDING ON FOR ALL HE’S WORTH AND THAT’S THE MAIN THING.]
[He glances down at where there is, quite suddenly, a child clinging to the fabric of his trousers.]
…is the floor lava then, mal’chik?
Well that’s a rude name to give to your friends.
Spoken like a true Westerner.