I don't have to say anything. I don't need to attempt to vindicate what I've said and done. I've earned the right to do everything AND ANYTHING i want
But I will assure you of my genuinity: Its real.

Show's over. Turn off your computer and go outside. Experience the world. Maybe you'll become a better person because of it.
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:05, 2 replies)

I am sure
that we have met. Either that or you have a kindred spirit living in Chester and I'll have to introduce you.
(HugeTonsils was being a shop bitch on, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:09, closed)

Did this doppelgangaer used to collect celebrity breast sightings? Because I used to collect breast sigtings of celebsrities
I had them divided up among rare (Molly Ringwald), ultra rare Fern Britton), common (Joan Severance), etc.
Not like in a huge creepy pervert way, it was like baseball cards or shot glasses.
I also collect shot glasses.
I made the mistake of telling someone this, and they actually recoiled from me.
I no longer collect celebrity breast sightings, but damned if I don't still appreciate them.
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:18, closed)

Yes he did
Hi Gavin.
(HugeTonsils was being a shop bitch on, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:55, closed)

I get it...
it's absolutely anyone's fault but yours
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:34, closed)

RIDICULOUS
Absolutely ridiculous.

I'm a real monster at times. I've done some bad things in my time. I've stolen, I used to hit on my mom, I do weird stuff like collecting my semen in a jar, but still, at least I'm not one of you.

you are pushing me against the wall

Look at yourselves. What have you gained by pushing me up against this wall? An enemy? A victim? What do you want? And what are you going to try and take from me in the end?
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Sun 4 Jul 2010, 21:39, closed)

i don't want to take anything
you seem to be content with not a lot in your life. Emotions? Relationships? who needs them? And you wonder why you are miserable?

In spite of your finger-to-the-world approach, I just about managed to half-heartedly rustle up the energy in a feeble attempt to care enough to try to show you what a tiny little box your world must be.

Who knows? You might even pop the lid off it one day. (we call it 'growing up') having learnt to resist the evil lure of abdicating responsibility for the state of your own life to some convenient person, illness or experience. This can take some balls, I grant you.

You can be comforted by the fact that this doesn't make you a weirdo, far from it. Apart from the semen in jars, that is. Lose those.

Here and now, the only thing you lack compared to someone who didn't have an overtly fucked-up childhood is rose-tinted spectacles. It's surprising what a pisser that can be.
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 2:03, closed)