Several thousand years? Well that's a really honest and genuine argument. Yeah, let's compare bullying today to how we lived when we were cavemen. So what, things have to get worse then when we were marauding tribesmen before we take action? You ridiculous clown.
You know what else has been around forever? Crime. Does that mean we don't work on reducing crime and helping the victims of crime? No!
With the mentality that the world is an awful place and we need to accept it, and it's good that it's awful to our kids because they need to accept it we wouldn't have ever made any progress and have the civilization we have today.
Wait, so do all those women have some kind of cancer? And does voting for one diminish the chances of the others? And are women with cancer really being made to compete for an opportunity to be something ridiculous and easily accessible that all of them could basically be if someone simply decided so? *hijacks airplane flies into yankees stadium*
SPOILER ALERT! The planet is the unconscious mind hiding behind the veneer of rituals that provide the facade of meaning, structure and reliability to our world. Faced with it we are intoxicated and humbled by it's power, while surrendering to the liberating melancholia of knowing our true selves, and the world.
He knew that wasn't genuinely cool. He wan't taking himself seriously! He was just having fun being silly! Ooh viper parking, hiss hiss, haha just a regular goofy fella. He had to accuse you of stealing things because he was dedicated to the persona he was portraying! Can't you see? I totally get this you guys, this is totally a thing, and you're not getting it. I'm the first one to get it. The solitude of true perception. Look guys i know you don't believe me, but the easiest way to change my mind about it is if you all see it my way! *props up thick rimmed glasses*
- Funtastik
Maybe some people see your knee-jerk reactionary moralizing as overzealous, predatory and a guise for inflammatory behavior. Though i don't know where they'd get that idea!
As the air swells and moves in ways that resemble a silent ballet, a performance for a solitary viewer, a wanderer of sorts, hidden behind doorways and fields, there are things that once danced in the gleam of a small boy's eye, resting now until one final firing of the synapses, a spasm clenching to an amalgam of memories created and recreated. The filed sparrow's song has vanished once more in the constant rhythm that permeates the skin, and flesh, the pale reflection vibrating on the surface. But below, a silence, as if a moment after a distant whisper, an image caught in the corners of another life, a truer life, a life who's eyes watch from beyond the horizon, a place we can not see, but a place we can visit again, and surrender to the hum we tried to to bury for so long, now closer and clearer, it is but a childhood song. OK BYE MANS! BYE!! BUH-BYE!! C YA!! WOULDN'T WANNA B YA!!
Claire Tourneur: I don't know where he is. If I knew that, I would be with him; I would be making love to him! I can't believe I just said that.
Burt: It's the Rohypnol I put in your drink. It's a rape drug.
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