Waverly wrote:Vicson, you only think you have figments of your imagination because I have imagined you that way.
I was waiting for that.
That dream you have about Paris Hilton and the head of broccoli? That's entirely a construct of my imagination, which I assign to you.
It's one thing to be Mo-tzu wondering whether he's a butterfly, or a butterfly wondering whether he's a Mo-tzu. But when we introduce Paris Hilton and a head of broccoli into this, it gets very disturbing.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Anything involving Paris Hilton is disturbing. Well, except for my imaginings of her being mauled by hordes of killer squirrels. Those are amusing.
"You can do whatever you want to me." "Oh, so I can crate you and hide you in the warehouse at the end of Raiders?" "So funny, kiss me funny boy!" / *Sprays mace* " I know, I know, bad for the ozone"
Magrus wrote:Anything involving Paris Hilton is disturbing. Well, except for my imaginings of her being mauled by hordes of killer squirrels. Those are amusing.
Yes, this I can agree with. Paris Hilton is a waste of space and an environmental misuse of air.
My mother used to believe in rabid killer squirrels. She may still, for all I know. I should have auctioned her off years ago.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
But here comes the kicker, what if we, are in turn really imagining all of this. I imagined that Waverly imagined that he imagined us. But then he decides that he imagined me imagining him imagining us. I then say that I imagined him imagining that. He returns with him imagining my imagining. But I come back with Oh you get it. Where would the web of imaginition end? Who would be whose imagination. Whose imagination would the Paris Hilton, Broccoli head be from???:speech:. Oh the madness.
[QUOTE=Tricky;914030]I want the world to become more appreciative of carefully constructed spam. The art of saying absolutely nothing with many beautiful words is the closest you can get to poetry without meaning. That's life, really. Spagnificant.[/QUOTE]
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
i think that everyone combined their thoughts to form an image of paris hilton being beaten down by cartell with broccoli. or am i just thinking that... or is someone else imagining me imagining that? whoever imagined must like to imagine me with headaches
When a few people die, it's a tragedy. When thousands do, it's a statistic.
Fable, thank you for taking time out of your busy day to spend your… twenty-four thousand two-hundred and seventy-fourth… post in my inane thread. Whoever said the simple have nothing to say? Oh. That was me. But I’m willing to admit I may have been mistaken.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
That's not the kicker, Earl. The kicker is that I allowed a false conundrum into my carefully planned universe. Was it on purpose... and if so what was the purpose, or was it a mistake, which by definition is impossible?
Paris Hilton, by the by, is the world’s perfect human. Beautiful, rich, and too stupid to have a care.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Waverly wrote:Fable, thank you for taking time out of your busy day to spend your… twenty-four thousand two-hundred and seventy-fourth… post in my inane thread. Whoever said the simple have nothing to say? Oh. That was me. But I’m willing to admit I may have been mistaken.
Insulting yourself, Sheepdipper, is a sure sign of madness.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Vicsun wrote:this is a statement I can stand behind. I would also stand behind Paris Hilton if given the chance.
With a head of broccoli, no doubt.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
Solipsism... it kind of reminds me from my favourite words, social, prism and Kish. I do have my own taste word words, thank you.
However, this claim of yours, your metaphysical belief that these forums are products of your mind is something I must greet with both curiosity and suspicion. If what you claim is indeed true, I guess I could write you an angry letter complaining how you’ve handled things thus far. That could be most likely pretty much all I can do and say.
Yet, I can’t but to think that solipsism is at best quite hollow – no content – argument, it cannot bring any new arguments as nor can it be falsified. Some could say that it is completely sterile topic.
But if what you claim is really true, then wouldn’t it tell us something about the mind behind all this? Would it not make you, Waverly, without a doubt sterile?
If SYM is in fact all inside Waverly's head this would mean that it was filled around 97.6%* with SPAM. Making all those comments previously about him being a meat head entirely justified.
Banned members? Obviously some form of stroke.
One only need to recall how narcissistic the being called Waverly was by noting how often he had to wash the DNA out of his many sock puppets.
Imagine this! - Curdis !
* As found in a recent signal to noise analysis of threads on the front page. The standard for signal was set deliberately low so that the reading wasn't 100%.
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Making a reappearance for those who have a sig even longer
[quote="Dilbert]That's about the stupidest thing I've ever heard[/quote]
[quote=Waverly]You all suck donkeys[/quote]
[quote={deleted after legal threats}]I am so not a drama queen![/quote"]
I find it amusing that me, as a drunken pervert would avoid that no-brained twit of a blonde like the plague while others would do naughty things to her simpley because she is a no-brained twit. Irony is a twisted bastard.
"You can do whatever you want to me." "Oh, so I can crate you and hide you in the warehouse at the end of Raiders?" "So funny, kiss me funny boy!" / *Sprays mace* " I know, I know, bad for the ozone"
Magrus, see you only think you would avoid her like the plague since that was how Waverly imagined you. Just like I am only telling you this because Waverly imagined it. Imagine that. On an interesting side note, anything we do that is worthy of banning... All becomes Waverly's fault since he is the one imagining us. Think of the posibilities.:laugh:
[QUOTE=Tricky;914030]I want the world to become more appreciative of carefully constructed spam. The art of saying absolutely nothing with many beautiful words is the closest you can get to poetry without meaning. That's life, really. Spagnificant.[/QUOTE]
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.
Magrus wrote:I find it amusing that me, as a drunken pervert would avoid that no-brained twit of a blonde like the plague while others would do naughty things to her simpley because she is a no-brained twit. Irony is a twisted bastard.
Nope, I'd avoid her, too. A diseased mind in a plastic case is a real turnoff for me. Intelligence, willpower, compassion, sensitivity, self-control: these I find to be turnons.
As for Waverly, I'm sure he's found a sheep that also has these qualities. Though he will probably say that the sheep he imagined, just as he imagined me and my words. Probably on a night of bad tequilla.
To the Righteous belong the fruits of violent victory. The rest of us will have to settle for warm friends, warm lovers, and a wink from a quietly supportive universe.
fable wrote:Nope, I'd avoid her, too. A diseased mind in a plastic case is a real turnoff for me. Intelligence, willpower, compassion, sensitivity, self-control: these I find to be turnons.
You are describing Oprah. Just sayin'.
All the best minds are diseased.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
