*AHEM*
I don't want to keep everyone waiting so before I go to bed tonight, I just have one last thing to write:
>FUCK JANNIES
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the warosu archive didn't work so some extra digging had to take place to recover the discussion
cheers
discussion being deleted as if we're living in communist China
anyway, the name comes off, looks like our get togethers are still (((problematic))) for some (((people)))
also cool video
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I wanted to ask 42.
>So you're telling me this is not a fabricated image but rather an image that will eventually unfold into reality?
>So you're telling me this is not a fabricated image but rather an image that will eventually unfold into reality?
Realize that when you're looking in the mirror you're seeing a ghost from 2 nanoseconds ago
The brain has to flip the image that enters your eyes
Another thing, you have 2 eyes, and yet you see 1 image
Something's definitely fishy about all of this
I know I'm commiting a sin by answering a question with another question but leading questions lead to realizations that simple answers sometimes can't
Furthermore, when it comes to questions of reality, I can only provide my opinion, albeit an informed one, but an opinion nonetheless and nonethemore
If I was (((allowed))) to hold lectures, we'd be able to grok these topics in more detail
also I'm pretty sure I'm woefully mistaken on a lot of things (at least that's what I surmise when looking back at opinions and ideations I used to hold as "true")
Anyways, checking out for the night
Cheers
This level of faggotry is literally unbelievable .
You are such a cock smoking faggot you are still looking for attention after being dead wrong so many times?
Come up with a new LARP to fill your existence with.
okay one more:
ia800604.us.archive.org
>This level of faggotry is literally unbelievable
faggots complaining about (((faggotry)))
now this is rich
>This level of faggotry is literally unbelievable .
>literally unbelievable
>literally
listen to yourself
you're a disgrace
Fine clockworks are they: one must only take care to wind them up properly! Then they tell the hour without fail and make a modest noise besides.
When they pose as wise, I am chilled by their little proverbs and truths: their wisdom often smells as if it came from the swamp; and verily, I have even heard a frog croaking in it!
‘Oh when shall I come back home again, where I no longer have to stoop–no longer have to stoop before those who are small!’—And Zarathustra sighed and gazed into the distance."