trollexa )(ow do i deal wit)( a former lover (ex?) comin back from t)(e dead and usin t)(e social media platform youre on send
Therapy. Friends if you have any. Demanding increased supplication from the sycophants who failed to appease you. Bullet vibrator. Actual bullet. Pick your favorite.
made up my mind on t)(e actual bullet. ...already got solutions for t)(e one before t)(at.
Oh, they're being termed "solutions" now? Gold. Truly gold.
t)(ats me respectin TOS you unplugged dongle. even i try to follow t)(e rules of a social site............... mostly...
I'm emphatically impressed. Is there no end to your everlasting grace and all-ensnaring charms? You follow the bare bones minimum to remain on a digital platform unaccosted by such inconveniences as "temporary 180 day revolving bans served nonconcurrently" and "getting the boot". Even as flighty instigator broads rattles her knuckles just beyond reach, pokes at the glossy surface of your viewing panes, and takes a nice long leak just beside your curiously jaundice colored aquarium waters. You remain a meditative manatee entirely unphased. Truly praiseworthy.
now youre just tryin to )(ear your own voice )(ere, lalonde. t)(at wasnt even banter, i was just statin a t)(in
You have such a tsundere way of going about throwing up a white flag of surrender and swaying it over your head expeditiously quickly in the hopes it doesn't get intercepted by one horn over the other.
im easygoin w)(en i wanna be and rip skulls and sip t)(e blood and brains of my enemies w)(en i wanna be. its about balance, lalonde. i take a walk in t)(e park and t)(en i split a planet down its core and several billion die. i go on a fun cruise and t)(en i disintegrate an atmosp)(ere just to )(arvest sea water. t)(ats w)(y my enemies fear me, lalonde. t)(ats w)(y /you/ fear me. i get all cordial, lower your guard... talk friendly. you t)(row around silly little terms like tsundere and say im t)(rowin up a w)(ite flag. na)(, its all about t)(e flow. its t)(e tension, t)(e )(esitation. w)(at step will s)(e take next? and t)(e steps mean somet)(in, every time. )(as to, doesnt it? no one manages to get t)(is far, accrued w)(at i )(ave, succeeded at w)(at ive done, for it all to be meaninless. its all puppetry. all t)(eater. and you t)(ink you )(ad any power )(ere at all. already in your mind youre t)(inkin more cutely of me. but you gotta kill me. w)(eres t)(e line? )(ows t)(at work? t)(is is w)(y im pure, lalonde. i aint got none a t)(at. i just kill.
You talk of puppetry with the accent of a throat strangled by strings. You talk of killing from the lips of a corpse commanded only by shaking. You talk of purity in a body drenched with the filth of sweaty cowardice. This is far from parlay. I'm pronouncing the outlines of your obituary. The SparkNotes. A pre-generated summary. A blurb in the margins. And that is already more than the likes of you deserve.
you cant summarize t)(e eons, lalonde. if all you see is t)(e outline, you still lack conviction.