I read what you wrote. You complained about people putting for sale signs in their cars and having yard sales. Then you complained how all the beaters, strip clubs, and old ladies in crumbling old mansions have ruined Meridian St. and somehow lead to six shootings. Then you told us how you saw a beater and a high speed police chase and compared us to passengers on the Lusitania. Then you just started screaming insults.
I’ve learned something from all this, but probably not what you intended.
Not me, I’m wearing a top hat. It’s classing the shit out of this place.
Oh, he would if he had posted anything substantial and been challenged on it. He tends to flee mightily when that happens. This thread? He’s in his element.
Do not confuse him with FACTS! Miller, stop that!
As to the OP, specifically your title–I very well think you do care.
A falcon may have sight but if he eats a worm what use is it? Are his boundaries not both the same? Assholes may abound but bounding assholes are to be avoided. Looking into the void is what leads to Buddhist vegetarian gilded hand clapping. One of which is what you must sound like when you are making your favorite love. Above all, love, remember your promise to
be fruity and kiss the sky. Looking skyward is much preferred to the Afterbucket Experience. Pull your head out of the fire and douse it where the wet and gooey meets the brown roundy. But first, give me 30 minutes to call a crowd.
What border, fuckface? And you’re calling ME a troll, you board-hopping little fuck! Um, don’t you have some shit to stir up elsewhere, you ass-easy little cybertart?