|Waugh - 2014-08-31 |
"I don't really know; I have no way to tell. How does it feel to have a child? How does it feel to be born, for that matter? We're not born; we don't grow up; instead of dying from illness or old age, we wear out like ants. Ants again; that's what we are. Not you. I mean me. Chitinous reflex-machines who aren't really alive. ... I'M NOT ALIVE!"
i don't fuck androids, caminante, i pull their plugs. you can't trust anything that merely imitates human beings. we both had to learn that the hard way, so you should already fucking know better by now.
and don't give me any shit about your fantasies of "making love" to a complacent, virginal android girl. it's a pedophile's fantasy, a desperate grasp for a loophole, and worse, objectification of purity on a clinical level. don't make me sick. of course that word means something! words convey meaning, that's what they're for!
live like an insect, if you want, i guess. but you've been cryptically buzzing in my ear and sipping my blood for years, and even the dalai lama says he doesn't put up with that shit. no more of your stupid little games, you're only concealing how little you actually know.
i'm not here to crush your dreams, i've been trying desperately to pull you out of the mire. stop letting these freaks lead you by the nose, and open your eyes.
I realize this is asking a lot, but is there any chance we could maybe keep this Bo-News level bullshit off of this place instead of trying-harder-at-this-than-at-anything-else-in-your-life-ever thing to bring it over here?
don't you EVER compare me to those psychopaths again.
none of this has nothing whatsoever to do with them, and this conversation has nothing to do with you at all. butt the fuck out while you still can, fuckhead.
btw stanley, have you ever had your ribcage pried open while you were wide awake?
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