Now there is a very reveling expression of an unbalanced mind. Exactly how can words, which in of themselves, have no meaning, make me look better?
Oh, Walt Disney, I stand and look into a mirror, Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who is the dumbest shit of all?
What the fuck do looks have to do with right or wrong reasoning?
You must have a persecution complex.
I bitch myself out constantly, I am just sharing the joy of vigilance.
See how stupid you are, measuring truth by feeling, and not right and wrong, and our purpose in life.
Fucking grow up.
In order for me to look better, I would need one of those miracles, and I do not believe, I can contend against God.
When you claim that what is true, is a put down, you are either senile, or a child working to become senile.