about four hours
I still remember your proclamation on the zone 20 years later. âKyaela is a fat Asian named Sienna. I fucked her. It was no good.â It remains one of the most succinct and memorable examples of the art of the raconteur that I have ever heard.
you put four hours in
what you want out
?
I used to think you should have married her but it sounds like youâre doing ok and sheâs probably not so you chose well.
did you read my religion post?
i could be doing worse
my girlfriend is going to church early tomorrow
gonna be some mishunairy there for african orphans
she says sheâs gonna laugh at the lies he tells to finance his bahama getaway
but sheâll prolly give anyway just in case
she doesnât pray or believe in god
she knows someday she will die and
1 be buried
2 be cremated
she prefers one or the other, but realizes her vote wonât count in the actual event
gotta love her
but any way
she goes for the networking
humans network
donât ask me
iâm a bot
Indeed. You could be begging a fictional character to talk to you and then when he doesnât, you could pretend that the tweet you just read was a sign from him and then give your life over to him.
ainât no crack in my foundation
So about chess. There was an area of my peripheral vision that seems to be my peripheral mind. But it was almost like I could not see along the line of movement. Diagonal movement with the bishop. Probably because it has the farthest potential of travel for itâs size in one move amongst all the pieces. But it was like knowing it would cut into my skull and expose my brain but without feeling anything put the pressure if I moved along this line. It was hard not to forsake the movement and active mind connection to an automated process.
I think it is just too easy to align this way.
You know I had the same difficulty trying to get my left wrap around the lat pull down bar. It was like controlling a tongue instead of the wrist wrap/glove/lifitng pad/strap I bought. I had to use a Bruce Lee backfist focus and angle just to get the cobra grip underhand around the bar on the cable.
Same thing like forcing myself into a sharp corner angle.
she jumped on a no advance purchase first class ticket
i had just gotten off the mental ward
she was gonna save me
i didnât think she was
but i wasnât really busy
i regret mentioning that i had better sex elsewhere but that girl could talk
iâm sorry she has hard times
iâd buy her a first class ticket if that would help
no iâm inter-regretful
I donât. It still makes me chuckle.
Me too.
She might even take it if sheâs desperate enough. I think it more likely sheâs dead but I have no idea. A few months after your little romance, she said you were going to burn her house down and her online bf that she had never met wanted one of us to call the cops. We asked him why he didnât just call them and he told us it was complicated. Nobody called.
i been crazy too
never involved the police on purpose tho
not sure what you meant here
maybe itâs the bf
I met her in roughly 2003 at a Chinese (maybe Korean) restaurant of her choosing in Seattle. Nothing romantic, just Zone friends. She was obese then but I was pretty fat, too, in those years. She told me she lost some weight in later years, but she was so disconnected from reality that I have no idea if thatâs true.
Over dinner, she talked about you among a billion other things. As you said, she can talk. Not sure if she can shut up but she sure can talk. It really manifested how she just made up her reality as she went along. She talked about her travels in Africa (obvious fiction) and when I challenged her on it she reminded me of that restaurant I had told her about in Zanzibar. Iâve never been to Zanzibar. I thought about going once but never made it. I told her, âno, I donât remember anything of the sortâ and she just moved on to the next story.
At one point, she had a mental issue of some kind and went into a kind of wild reverie. It was like her spirit left her body for a few minutes but her mouth kept moving. All in all, it was a pleasant enough dinner although I had no desire to repeat the experience.
Some years later, she called the cops on me, too. She said, âReg said he might tell people in the chat room that my real first name is Siennaâ. This was laughed at in 2007 or whenever it was. Today it might get me arrested. Best to run from such people these days.
- Ky said Bill Lowerre threatened to burn down her house.
- Ky had an online âbfâ that she had never met. Starfisher or some such pretentious nickname.
- Starfisher (letâs call him that) came to the room and begged us to call the cops because he feared for Kyâs life because this wicked Bill Lowerre guy was going to burn down her house.
- I (and others) asked why Starfisher didnât just call the cops.
- Starfisher was appalled at our lack of sympathy and begged for someone to call for about an hour.
- Nobody called and we all went to sleep satisfied with the Zone drama for the evening.
something about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich makes me feel like mommy is still alive
if i was joe biden, i would ask lady gaga to endorse trump
i only burn down houses that have always been against me
Are you here as a challenge to others to do more, to be more, to exceed their current bests and set new markers in fields they were never part of?
When I stand up I feel your laziness. Maybe I should do even less.
I always assumed starfisher was starfleurâs husband. I didnât realize it was a fake or was crazy. Maybe I didnât pay attention back then.
Iâve seen your knees. Youâre in trouble.
Why, yes. Yes he is. Canât you see that Be Best target on his forehead.
I can do less than you can. Nananana!
I bet thatâs whatâs wrong with you. If you would have paid attention then, you wouldnât have to pay attention now but you can do less. Not lesser than me but lesserer then Mark. Good luck with that! Iâll try to help where I can because I want you to be the lessest you can be every day, Winker*