Being one of the few privileged ones to have actually seen Lyssa [we Skyped twice]....before she lost her trust in me - yet persists in defending my positions, for some reason - this is, in fact, the closest image to the real, I've come across....
Why a privilege?
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Satyr Daemon
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I was speaking for myself.... I consider it a privilege...to have come across a female which embodies brain and body symmetry so close to the idea(l).
It's like coming across the fabled white rhino...or bumping a genius. You, almost, ant to apologize for it....feeling a bit unworthy, wondering why you and not another.
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Hrodeberto
Gender : Posts : 1318 Join date : 2014-07-14 Age : 37 Location : Spaces
True, she is not as pretty as Natalie, but Natalie's skinny ass was not to my taste anyway. I like a woman with more curves, more meat...more womanly. Trust me, having seen Natalie, in intimate pics and vids, she sent me, , and heard her squiky, annoyingly childlike, voice, it is not for me. She offered to come up here and live with me...but I, not being a moron, like you know who, smelled crazy on her and said "NOOOOOO thanks".
Bang-able, yes, but if you add the crazy factor ...ummmm no thanks. Brains & Beauty, like Lyssa? And with no hint of crazy...weeeelll, a hint...but all women are a bit nuts?
Yeah, I don't think this is someone you will bump into more than once, or twice, in your lifetime...not in this fucked up world of ours. That rare combination of a brain on the upper 10% of women, and a body/face, on the upper 30% of women, is a combination I, personally, have never come across.
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Lyssa Har Har Harr
Gender : Posts : 8965 Join date : 2012-03-01 Location : The Cockpit
That rare combination of a brain on the upper 10% of women, and a body/face, on the upper 80% of women, is a combination I, personally, have never come across.
All for nothing without the right man to give it meaning.
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Lyssa Har Har Harr
Gender : Posts : 8965 Join date : 2012-03-01 Location : The Cockpit
True, she is not as pretty as Natalie, but Natalie's skinny ass was not to my taste anyway. I like a woman with more curves, more meat...more womanly. Trust me, having seen Natalie, in intimate pics and vids, she sent me, , and heard her squiky, annoyingly childlike, voice, it is not for me. She offered to come up here and live with me...but I, not being a moron, like you know who, smelled crazy on her and said "NOOOOOO thanks".
Bang-able, yes, but if you add the crazy factor ...ummmm no thanks. Brains & Beauty, like Lyssa? And with no hint of crazy...weeeelll, a hint...but all women are a bit nuts?
Yeah, I don't think this is someone you will bump into more than once, or twice, in your lifetime...not in this fucked up world of ours. That rare combination of a brain on the upper 10% of women, and a body/face, on the upper 30% of women, is a combination I, personally, have never come across.
I don't think I saved it.
She sounds crazily attractive. She can come live with me. I can handle crazy. In fact, that's the only type of woman I've ever attracted. True, women are fucking nuts.
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Lyssa Har Har Harr
Gender : Posts : 8965 Join date : 2012-03-01 Location : The Cockpit
"I was sitting on my own in a restaurant, when I saw a beautiful woman at another table. I sent her a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu. She sent me a note: "I will not touch a drop of this wine unless you can assure me that you have seven inches in your pants." So I wrote back: "Give me the wine. As gorgeous as you are, I'm not cutting off three inches for anyone."
What happened to your numbers, dear ILPers?!!! You, who once bragged about how many members and views and posts you have, in comparison to the meagre amounts of KT, and based your self-evaluation on them.....looooook now!!!! HA!!! You, who use numbers, popularity, quantities, to judge who is better and who is worse, who is above and who is below, who is worth your attentions and who to dismiss, looook now!!!
What happened to you? Live by the sword, die by the sword. Thanks Carleas, with your liberal, lawyer-ism spin-doctoring, you've shows us a real-life example of what happens when idealism, detached from reality, comes into contact with reality itself. "I love Philosophy" means "I love any idea that supports the r-selective theories, and pretends to be open and willing to consider ideas outside this inter-Subjective lie". Thanks for showing is a real-life, real-time example of what happens, on a microcosmic level, on the macrocosmic. Your ideals, manifesting pragmatically, expose the real-world implications.
We, on KT, who believe in "Less is More", and "Live Lightly", do not judge using your methods, but we must use your methods, your values, to judge you, since you use them yourselves. So, what does this decline in numbers mean to your self-esteem, to your internet value?
We, on KT, do not pretend to be Democrats, or pluralists, or fair, or open to all, and to everything, like trash-cans, but you, fuckers, brag about it - it is the foundation of your self-esteem; your theoretical openness, all-inclusivity, your ability to tolerate all opinions...and then you ban, and erase, and quarantine, and censor? Ha!!!!!
We do not ban, and we do not value the lies, like YOU do. We quarantine the douche-bags who come here to relieve themselves of their own, internal, filth, and offer no content, and nothing on-topic whatsoever. We sweep away our main living area, and keep the shit in one pile...and then we plant seeds in the fertilizes and wait for something to grow. We do not ban, and we don't even pretend to be Democratic, but admit to being elitist. What happened to you? Was it too much? We do not judge you on ourstandards, morons, which you deny and ridicule, but we are inclined, with pleasure, to judge you on your own standards, simply to expose how fake, and duplicitous, and shallow, and empty they are. What lies you tell yourselves IPLers...to avoid the facts we present here on KT.
Of course in the chaos, the confusion, of your fantasies, of your duplicity, you will appear to be too complex, too different, to be included into one category...but that's because you are all stupid and cowards, and the product of genetic pollution. If you could perceive subtle patterns you would not be what you are. There is a common thread, a pattern, that you all connect to, that you all follow intuitively, subconsciously, viscerally. Your internal inter-group disagreements, you call debate, a disagreement on the details of your individual subjectivity, pretending to be free, and open. Christians do the same, you stupid fucks...they "debate" the finer points of biblical interpretation, as their shared delusion remains a 'self-evident TRUTH". Communists do the same, you pathetic imbeciles, they debate which comrade represented the Marxists ideals the best, and how to bring about the Marxist Utopia, of no classes, and the self-evident 'fact" of class, and worth ethics, and sharing, and all humans are equal, remains unchallenged, ignored, in-between Bakunins and third-international and Rosa Luxembourgs....
You allllll, belong to a singular category, a PATTERN, expressing itself in multiple ways....BECAUSE you all belong to this category, you will, predictably, express such extreme and yet superficial disparity, such absurdity, such cynical, carefree, careless, fantastic surrealism - it is BECAUSE you alllll desperately want to detach from reality, which makes you so creatively brilliant, so skeptical in some areas, and so tolerant in others - all so whimsical, so clever, so funny.
This is why appearances are superficial for you...because among yourselves, with your own, they are so. Your differences, inter-subjective disagreements, as shallow as the judgments used to base them upon. This is why you are cynical, because all you have is pretense and words.
The core, the motive remains for all of you, common. It's the very thing you laugh at and deny, and dismiss, and try to forget.
You don't care about philosophy - the word itself makes you cringe, makes you uncomfortable, makes you feel pretentious and fake. because for your kind it is that,. and nothing more - a display, an act, you've learned and do not understand - reciting script. A method of making yourselves feel important, relevant, like you matter; to create an impression - to fake being impressive. Philosophy is just a way to "hook up" with those who are "higher" but you refuse to think them so, to call them so. You say "looks do not matter' and then display them, wanting, begging, for a positive response. You pretend to respect others, because you have no alternative, and so you make do, you settle for them; you flatter to keep them around, and happy; to make them groom you, picking flies from your fur, making you feel good. Somebody who "gets you" who you can finally relate to, because in your inside you are void, empty, seeking, wanting...to be fulfilled, to feel thick and heavy. Philosophy is more than that, for you...it is a reconnaissance, a reconnoitring of the enemy...a peeking into the void you cannot peer into directly. You look at those looking, and gauge through reflection.....cowards. A way to figure out better defensive measures against a world that scares you to death, and you cannot tolerate for long, born and bread to be bourgeoisie, modern, teenagers, in perpetual play: exploring, masturbating, getting high and fucking/eating/drinking/shitting/cumming to the end. You, all, want to exit with a fantastic orgasm; a moment of epiphanic, ecstasy, to make all the suffering worth while. What else can a simpleton, a proud animal, the mother of all victims, hope for, in this world, from this world? You can't see, so why look? You can't create, but only procreate. You can't take responsibility, so shoot your blanks and pretend you are cowboys!!! Your tolerance only extends to others, not to yourselves. Your own condition, your identity, is INTOLERABLE!!! You are pretentiously kind to others, and abuse yourselves, your ancestors, your entire past, because you HATE yourselves, deep, deep, down inside, where nobody can go and light a flame. You hide, knowing nobody can call you out, in public. But I hear you scratching in there, in the damp, cold, void of your empty spirit. One shirt over another, you wear, to make you look substantial; to bulk you up, to cover the flimsy essence of your adopted identity - all to bury what you are ashamed of; to warm you up in the cold, harsh world, you despise, you fear. More, and more, sweaters, t-shirts, coats, scarves, hoodies...one over the other. Take one off and another is beneath it...nobody, you think, sees your bare skin and bones; sees the blood flowing beneath your translucent skin - skin you deny relevance to - a preparatory note, just in case.
I never complained about being ostracized, and expelled from your midst. I was humoured, invigorated, every time you did so, wanting you to invent new excuses to explain why your words do not match your actions...you lawyers and charlatans of decay and decadence. It was a joy, exposing what liars and hypocrites you ALL are, not in relation to my values, but your own, YOUR OWN!!! And after all that acting, that theatre, look at what is left of you - not even numbers are left to cover up your superficiality, your orgiastic addiction to pleasure. HA!!!
What happened to you? Live by the sword, die by the sword.
Yeah ILP, what happened? Live by the keyboard..er, I mean sword, die by the sword.
I can't even get to the home page of that broke ass website. The server's all phucked up and everything.
Only like five cool people over there now anyway. And since KT now has Zoot Allures, they've doubled that number because I count as three cool people. I think it's over for ILP. Where is Pony? Tell her to come back, but first accept that she pwned you all in the entropy thread or you won't do it with a good conscience.
Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37337 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
I'm the first to admit that she broke us. Her and her buddy Moo really gave as a whoopin' southern style.
Then you mauled me, brain in the vat and all that, and cAnus thumps me daily...and Aeon has raped me on numerous occasions. Had to get stitched up the last time. Explain to a doctor how that happened Aaaaakward. And now I think I soiled my underpants.
ILP nurtures greatness. It's all about pleasure, you know.
Sure, she gives us a look at her ass, but her face-cheeks....nooooo, those are sacred cushions only a few select get to visually touch...Jacob, damn you, you priestly freak, with your magical, VO, ways!
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Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37337 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
I want to extend a hand of gratitude to phoneutria who, with great wisdom and patience taught us, and me in particular, humility by pawning us on more than one occasion... and to Mo, who proved that beauty, his own most of all, is in the eye-of-the-beholder, coincidentally Denise is pretty for all the boy/girl eyes, and I must admit that I have a bit of a crush on her... and my apologies to Scott Mears who endured my razzing, because I felt insecure before his intellect, and envied his great life - he lives the philosophy I only talk about .... and to Shield-maiden, who showed me what a lady should behave like... and iambiguous, who with persistence, and subtle cleverness, exposed my lies and hypocrisy, and has proven, beyond doubt, that all is truly subjective,, and it is best that it is so.... and Moreno who revealed my narcissism.... and Jacob, who taught me what a true Greek should think and be like, my true value, and how unlike my ancestors I truly am... and a heartfelt 'thank you' to Brian who, with his movie-star good looks and near-genius mind, shamed me, and with this mauling trained me to be strong ...and?
Who did I forget, out of the many, who over the years kicked my ass hard?
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Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37337 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
Of all the superheros I prefer Batman, because unlike most of the others, he is more realistic. He doesn't really have super powers, he's only some rich dude, with training, and cool gadgets, who gets the job done.
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dannerz
Gender : Posts : 32 Join date : 2014-02-21 Location : edmonton alberta
I just watched "Batman vs Robbin", the other day. It was from the library DVD selection. I think batman needs better body armor, though. It should not be too hard to make.
Satyr Daemon
Gender : Posts : 37337 Join date : 2009-08-24 Age : 58 Location : Hyperborea
"The Badger". I think you take that level of armor, and put it on a bigger scale. Batmobile would be more like the bat-tank, and normal vilians can't damage it.
