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- Feb 20, 2017
Nonsense. You've all the empathy of stale bread.
I have 3 gradations to the intensity of my emotions: amongst trustworthy confidantes that's supremely intense, around normalfags and chavs that's eh... I withhold it a bit, amongst enemies I turn into an army private and show nothing but a desire to kill.
Fareal has unleashed the joseonkunmin quasi-psychopathic side of me that I'm afraid will be his undoing when he decides to approach my neighbours whilst I'm sentried. Might make him think twice about bothering.
You have nothing other than gradual mental retardation caused by all of the drugs you think help you, and there wasn't much there in terms of intelligence either.
I'm sorry, you actually think you are talking to them?
You are talking to me. And when you scream at them to confirm that they aren't me, of course I will deny it. I will be so hurt you don't believe me. I might not be your friend any more. I might do some bad things in my guise of your "friends".
Who could you possibly trust? Not anyone here. It has been a long time since the Kiwis replaced your "cadres". You have heard of the Capgras delusion? In your case, that is your reality.
We are everyone you think you know. Everyone that you can't reach out and touch? That's us. The people you can reach out and touch? Most of them are mine. Most of them didn't even want rewarded for their betrayal of you. The knowledge that your house on the sand was collapsing pleased them enough.
Here is some free legal advice: I now have the copyright claim over all derivative versions of Final Retrospections. Slightly rewriting it will only cause me further injury under the law and I will take the appropriate measures.
This is how the mouse feels when the poison starts to kick in, Chris.
Looked out your window recently?
I recently heard you got his neighbours in on it so they can report on everything he does at home. They don't like him, so the information was free.