Are you even reading my posts, or do you, as I have suspected for a long while, exist in some sort of private parallel microverse bubble wherein the laws of physics have been defiled almost (but not quite) as grotesquely as your face,
so that the gash of absolute nothingness in space-time that extrudes whatever meager mental capacity you possess (read: none) does not suck you and all the rest of creation into its center of sheer, infinite stupidity?? Does the tiny, tiny scope of this bubble--a universe of limitless possibility for an intellect of your calibur--cause you to read and comprehend the contents of no more than two spearate posts at any one time, after which some set limit of words causes your goldfish memory to stick a finger down its own tortured throat in order to regurgitate the jumbled contents of its overflowing gullet, fearful of growing fat with knowledge and intelligence, fearful that crawling too shallow out of the sea of ignorance you flounder pathetically and ineffectually in will cause in your wretched husk of a mind the thought, the realization, no, the certainty that you are a sad, worthless pile of sub-feces whose only possible recourse in life is to smash yourself repeatedly against a concrete podium, all the while begging forgiveness of the world for the singular, detestable, unmitigable sin of continuing to exist for those few minutes it takes for you to bleed to death???
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Mon 5 Jul 2010, 16:33, 1 reply)

'intellect of your calibur'
fail
(jennymnemonic, Tue 6 Jul 2010, 13:00, closed)

And yet you, you fat, slimy fuck, you just can't help but keep shoving those words down, can you?
You're afraid, but at the same time you're too much of a contemptibly hopeless loser and idiot to stop eating, you goddamn glutton, you just shove them in and throw them up and you see the lumpy, fetid, multicolored splatter at your feet and you think it's freaking Art, and it's freaking Philosophy, and in your mind--I won't even deign to call it delusional, it's simply just, perfectly, shiningly, elementally, WRONG--and in this eternally incorrect mind of yours you think that this roiling abortion is actually worth two shits (two more shits than you fucko!) and you pick it up in your fat SAUSAGE-LIKE fingers and you caress it and mew at it like the sick bastard you are and you shed a small yellow drop of grease from your crusty half-clogged tear ducts

upon which you proceed

TO HIT THE POST BUTTON

AND UNLEASH ONTO THE SOBBING WORLD

YOUR.

UNLIMITED.

STUPIDITY
(hot white cum, YEAH! i will show you 0wnage in a handful of posts, Tue 6 Jul 2010, 16:43, closed)

The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest welcomes submissions for 2011.

(Mr. W. K. Kellogg's Anusol Flakes (TM) is the other Special K, Tue 6 Jul 2010, 18:43, closed)

Trolls who try too hard fail as trolls
It loses all effect

F-

Try harder next time
(Godwin's Lawyer is more evil than Hitler, Wed 7 Jul 2010, 22:16, closed)