descenterace on 10/6/2006 at 02:51
Vincent...
GROW A PAIR AND ASK HER OUT.
Gestalt on 10/6/2006 at 03:01
Preliminary reports indicate that what he writes in Portuguese is just as pretentious as the English stuff, if not moreso.
Cookie Dough on 10/6/2006 at 03:07
You know -from what I've been able to read- even when translated, I think you're still writing the same way as you did in English.
If you're wanting a serious answer, or opinion, or whatever it is you are looking for but won't just out and tell us what it is, maybe you should(in the best English possible and without all the "fancy" wording, 'cause if you're writing a poem or story that's fine but not when trying to communicate in an "every day" style, mkay? And we're not just telling you to be less flashy about your writing to be "mean") explain to us, or whoever still cares to listen, what your situation is at the moment.
What you are writing is rambling and confusing, and it's not just because English is your fifth language. It's because you won't tell us your point.
If you're wanting to write a poem or some thing then wonderful, you're going about it great, whatever. But, if that's your goal then call it a poem or the such instead of asking our opinion on whatever situation lies behind your rambling.
And from what I gathered from an earlier post you're actually downing us on our responses and calling us blind. Just.. don't do that. It just makes you look silly.
Then again I may have read that wrong, but I really can't blame myself if I did because your writing is so swooshy anyway.
edit: GAH! Gestalt beat me to posting.
descenterace on 10/6/2006 at 03:19
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
*example of how not to use a thesaurus*
Despite being pretty heavily drunk and well beyond stage 3 (the Need To Communicate) I am unable to write an effective piss-take of that particular attack of verbal diarrhoea. Someone please take up the slack.
Your mission, should you be bored enough to accept it, is to more than double the length of Vincent's exposition without adding any meaning at all.
Gingerbread Man on 10/6/2006 at 03:38
GET YOUR LEGS OUT OF MY CASE
:mad:
Mingan on 10/6/2006 at 03:47
Quote Posted by Vincent_21
Words, and stuff, with periodsPlease go found a sect or something, I don't get you at all.
TTK12G3 on 10/6/2006 at 04:28
Quote Posted by descenterace
Your mission, should you be bored enough to accept it, is to more than double the length of Vincent's exposition without adding any meaning at all.
I see things with my eyes. Sometimes, the lids get sweaty... I believe that sometimes I should wipe them until they are dry, but when I get to do that I accidentally rub them raw and they bleed.... I then have to suffer with the blood in my eyes and the pain which I feel... on my eyelids.
...I think about the pain I feel often.... often caused by the people around me who make fun of me and yell at me and tell me what to do when I don't want to do anything. ...You know?
...I get lazy sometimes and I lay around an do nothing... I am disgusted as I imagine myself sprawled out on the couch, sweat coming into being from the heat outside because I cannot bring myself to switch on the a/c.... Why...Why? Why must the thermostat be so far away? From my being... If I could only reach out to you and do to you what I have wanted to do.... perhaps I could finally realize what everything really is.... maybe it all is in front of me.... maybe I have been missing something all my life and I cannot see it because it has always been there...
There is nothing there!... there is nothing there! it never was there!.... I imagined it all because I have been living in a delusional state.... I created it and now I cannot leave.... can I even say delusional?...that word has become us and has binded us to itself... we are all trapped and do not even realize it.... it holds us like we hold a twattwattwat pen...so completely.... so totally... controlling every outcome...
...all is rot...all is gone...there is nothing left.... having thrown it all down into the abyss... full of despair, serpents, and decaying things...
....And just what did we expect?!.... we build everything around us and we should expect to see the fall composed of what we made the bricks and mortar from!... we see and we do not like..... so we build over that delusion another delusion... hoping in vain to cover what we have created and forget what is there... but alas.... we cannot escape the inevitable...
........
I rub the glass and feel the warmth come about.... it is my warmth...I feel it from something that is lifeless...but it is warm!... will I forget it quickly when the warmth goes away?... should I look.... or should I stay away from that which is bound to be lost so soon? Why must it all go?
....am I bound to wander aimlessly... forgotten? or just never known.... I feel it always.... it stays with me.... as the sun goes down and the bitter night comes I see nothing but more darkness.... there is always dark....there is always night.... but before comes the loss... as the sky begins to die it becomes violet and then become black dies.... Why must it all go?
....I see everything, and there is nothing...
Cookie Dough on 10/6/2006 at 05:11
I'm sorry TTK12G3, but that made too much sense to overshadow what Vincent wrote.
And we need to talk about using more periods and big words. ;)
Also, Vincent, if you will kindly try to explain yourself in a more appropriate manner, I'll "listen" to you and try to figure it out if you want.
Just trying to give you a little hope here... just straighten up a bit.
Lioness Rampant on 10/6/2006 at 05:39
...
CHOKE ON SOMETHING
TheMuffinMan on 10/6/2006 at 05:41
Wow. She's some kind of bitchy.
I HAVE ADVICE. It involves the cheapest, closest bar and MOVING ON. Get drunk. Very drunk. Then, once you're nice and liquored up, DEAL WITH IT YOU FUCKING PUSSY. FUCK.
