EdgedThesis

Perversion is defined as an offshoot from the norm. If perversion is the norm, it is not perversion. This is simply who we are. ...Meet you guys at the Suicide thread later?

I was going to go another route with 'nice face'--yet now the bike captivates me. After looking through this thread, I gotta say: tip.it has some attractive people. Don't worry, I'm not routinely cross-referencing all of your posts with your pictures or anything. Not at all. That'd just be ridiculous. Absurd, even.

Okay, I'm going to need you to clarify. Was this a mocking tone, here? EDIT: Not talking about your appreciation of the picture, don't worry, I'm not quite an [wagon]. But the tone in which you presented it.

I want someone to break beyond any parameters I set here, and force me to love them despite outlying traits. ...I believe I just birthed a paradox.

LOOK, I'M REALLY HAPPY FOR YOU AND I'MA LET YOU FINISH, BUT TTANT HAD ONE OF THE BEST CIRCLES OF AL-- *burns for eternity* You both have a point. Sometimes its annoying, sometimes it's just downright hilarious. Room of Changelings: You are placed in a room smoky with asbestos, UV rays striking and reflecting from the diffuse particles and bathing you in a defocused pool of radioactivity. Your DNA shifts and changes, you grow cancerous and sickly. This for those of you who misspell words, and think that single letters in a word are minor details that need no scrutiny.

You must manually type them out. [hide ], [/ hide]

Rage!!! Run for your life deathdrow! What are you gonna do? Send me a mean message on live, so that next time I'm on there I'll read it and be like, aw. ): Hahahahah--No idea how you did it, but the pacing and arrangement of that message just made it hilarious. Pacing a joke through a voiceless medium is a mark of comedic genius.

No Calibri. Strange. Calibri is the sexiest of all fonts.

Baskin & Robbin's classic Chocolate ice-cream. Ice-cream is the nectar of the Gods--it's so good.

I decided I may as well re-post this. Become fully integrated to the Off-Topic community:

I was going to reply to this sooner but the post limit stopped me. :razz: I just reply, go to the off-topic forum, see what new topic(s) have been posted on, read the new posts, and try to reply. Which I manage to do under 45 seconds. Oh, I forgot, internet speeds vary. It takes me 30 seconds to even completely load a page up. Goddamned ISP.

How do you guys post fast enough to find conflict with the flood-limit? That's unnaturally fast. Or, do you have multiple threads open, line up multiple posts, and try and send them at the same time?

You move from Circle to Circle, I presume. Or we are 4-dimensional creatures in Hell, and we experience all the punishments of a life-time in the same instant--sensing our pasts, presents, and futures. ..."Hell-physics is weird, guys."

We are like children with a new and untested toy. The feeling is a good one.

Only with her permission, of course. Right, guys? Right? "Yo, listen-- I'll be posting a picture of you up on an internet forum where complete strangers will gawk at your form. That's cool, right? Of course it is. Peace."

I believe I have just slipped into a rupture in space-time.

The view counter is incremented periodically to save resources. Deflection is so awesome and the new features are great too. :) Smart.

The middle path reigns supreme-- Between flat and massive, there lies Nirvana. ^This is what I like to think the Buddha said as he contemplated breasts. *ahem*, but it all depends on bodily proportions, really.

Is it just me, or are the view counts static? Damn, this quick-reply is slick.

Become Satan. Design your own Circles of Hell, and punish the planet's sinners in the most hilarious of ways--through sheer irony. Sometimes the humor may transform into horror, the laughs becoming sighs of fear: But this is Hell, and all emotion is in limbo. e.g. Circle: Second Life: You are reincarnated in what looks like a new Earth. But there are voices in your head. Your thoughts are driven out of your ears like squirming maggots, running from the heat and pressure of alien, demonic voices. You are incapable of holding down a job, a relationship--you can never progress the story of your life. Your last days play out in an insane asylum. This is for those of you who talk in movie theaters.

You are an eye-saver.

I could care less. My lack of care is of such magnitude that I can't even bother to reduce my level of care. That's right: my apathy for your situation is so great that I could not push another thought about it. Even if it was about how much less I care than I did a few moments before. ^My attempted rationalization.

I'm too sexy for my shirt. This leads to problems in what my parents call 'proper society'--and also those convenience stores that expressly state "no shirt, no shoes, no service." Actual flaw? I don't take things seriously. Things such as this thread. Meaning that this may or not be the sincerest answer you'll get from me.

I think the feast is supposed to be held after sunset. Or, is being held at sunset. Or, was held. I am lost in time.

Hm, I always look at the top of the bridge of the nose. That way I can look at both eyes in the slight peripherals of my vision. It gives the impression of a constant, unrelenting glare. My vision will not flutter from one eye to the next, it will settle upon you, and you will not be able to stop it. You will feel fear. Real fear. No, but really, does anyone else do the nose thing?