shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Not a goot plen! Effen vorse den losink hyu hat.

 

@Norm the Genie No.
Feelings aren't the issue.
We're not jedi here.

Getting swept away,
so your feelings are what's real...
Hmmm. Hard in haiku.

(The point of haiku
is to stop my walls of text.
Teal deer lusus, yo!)

Okay, so, genie.
Cognitive behavioral
therapy, for one.

Mindfulness, for two.
Your emotions are the sea,
your mind a small boat.

Learn to navigate,
to free yourself from currents,
to change where you go.

Instead of being
trapped on a raft in your heart
at the sea's mercy.

You want to be free?
Not only from others' wants,
but to make choices?

You'll have more success
if you're not stuck reacting
to others' feelings.

 

Can We Just Stop Talking About Bonebulges For A Bit Or Is That Not Possible?

 

The best way to drop one topic is to start a new one. Don't put the burden of initiating it on others.

 

[Act]
* Wink
You give the troll a flirtatious wink and a suggestive smile... before bursting into giggles.

 

@damocles Rumination *sighs* Yeah, yeah, I do. But I've always needed to react to other people's feelings. And always been forced to disregard my own. *pauses* And I thought that being free, that being out of my lamp, would change that. That I'd start getting what I wanted, that I'd be allowed to, that I'd be worthy of it. But I didn't and I'm not. *sighs*

 

Yeah Thanks Mate. I Appreciate The Preachyness While My Pan Is Dribbling Out My Ears.

Youre A Weirdo.

 

Is it painful?

Your pan dribbling out your ears, I mean.

 

What Can You Do. Ford Needed Us To Save The World.
Not Like I Need My Head.

 

I feel like there's a team rocket spiel about saving the world from bonebulge spam.

But I am not a subaccount, I don't have to do diddly squat.

And then I wrong account so I'm REALLY not a subaccount. I'm going to get food.

 

Im Not Blasting Off
Im Blasting Other People Off

 

"Blasting people off" huh?
*wonk.

 

You Wanna Sit Down?
On This Crate Of Black Powder?

 

*laughs* True. Would be truer if I was actually getting use out of it.

 

Vot em hy, chopped liver?

 

Sorry, sorry, that was mean of me. Should have specified 'in the Tango.' *sighs*

 

Hyu iz vaaaay too hung op on dis Tango ting eef hyu esk me. Eef hyu vont fuckink dat badly, here hy em.

(I KNEW I'D FORGET AGAIN
and it WOULD be on the blatant come-on post. xP)

 

*grins* Yeah, yeah, I do. And really? You want me! Yeeeeeeeesss! *leans for a kiss* Thanks!

(lol)

 

-kisses him back cheerfully- Hy iz preety end nize end goot een bed, vy vouldn't hy?

(he's not trying to enable him. that is pretty much the extent of his reasoning in the matter...)

 

*smirks* Well, I've already gone over that. *laughs* *presses himself up against mirrors*