Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 11:21:10 GMT -5
It has recently come to my attention, more pointedly than before, I must say, that this particular 'avenue' of discussion is really just a blind alley, and a dead-end street, for me... I can't help feeling just a little bit 'used,' even though I really knew that this was really not a legitimate 'forum,' and, as has been pointed out, is likely just a meaningless 'mirror site,' where there is no real traffic, and therefore, no real 'readers' at all, save the other 'Janitor' here... lol...
All references to 'Charles Manson' have been taken under advisement, believe me, and I can't help reminding you here that he just kind of sat back and let a bunch of girls do his 'dirty work' for him... of course, they all believed that he loved them, especially, I'm sure. Why else would anyone in their 'right mind' take a knife to a pregnant woman in the dark of night, right...? Well, it's only words, after all, Arthur, and perhaps 'right mind' is ill-advised, as far as words go... I'll just bet that he's got a 'chubby' right now... lol... I saw that somewhere, and couldn't help laughing. No, really... I did. Chubby, to say the least...
Now, I don't want you to think that I was ungrateful for the opportunity to speak my mind... since I'm sure that, your ego being what it is, that you couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a fool of me in front of at least a few of your other 'students,' so to speak... I hope that they were as disappointed with your little dog-and-pony show as I have been. It only seems fair... although, I see that you are still 'Waiting for Justice,' so to speak... among other things. Maybe they were able to read between the lines, even if you weren't... one can only hope so.
As far as 'running away,' Arthur... I don't really see much choice in the matter, if I am to enjoy any freedom at all in this world. It isn't an 'escape,' so much as it is a 'running to,' if you see what I mean... I have somewhere to return to, and I can't get there from here, I don't think. I could use a good 'Flaming Sword,' but... those are mostly all in your head. They really do 'guard the gates to Paradise,' well and truly... turning every which way, in order to keep the seeker out. I can make one up, though... trust me... and I think maybe I should, since we see the flaming sword displayed in Illustration Number 6, in the 'Ninth Gate' puzzle.
And then, of course, somebody tried to slip in a 'ringer' on the last one... a substitute, that didn't work, as it turns out. There's no substitute for the 'real thing,' though... no matter how you dress it up. It's still the same old pig... and it is never, ever going to fly. Regardless they were finally able to shape a balloon like a pig... it wasn't a pig... it was just another blimp full of hot air. And no kind of 'magick' at all...
And so, to whom it may concern... what ever name it is that you are using today, and what ever it is that you think to accomplish by it... I just wanted to let you know that your efforts to 'contain' me are hopeless; your designs to minimize me, or 'prune me' are fruitless; your hopes to supplant me are in vain; and your dreams of power are as nonsensical as the reasoning that you have employed here, in their construction.
It seems rather obvious that you were never my friends... and, as a matter of fact, I think it is quite safe to say that I never really 'knew' you at all. It may be for the best, after all. I could never really find it in my heart to deny a friend... it would appear that you did at least succeed at one thing.
Congratulations... you did 'good,' my friend... Not great, by any means, but good...
Jolly good show...
In the comments: Snowy White... lol...
You slay me... you really do.
All references to 'Charles Manson' have been taken under advisement, believe me, and I can't help reminding you here that he just kind of sat back and let a bunch of girls do his 'dirty work' for him... of course, they all believed that he loved them, especially, I'm sure. Why else would anyone in their 'right mind' take a knife to a pregnant woman in the dark of night, right...? Well, it's only words, after all, Arthur, and perhaps 'right mind' is ill-advised, as far as words go... I'll just bet that he's got a 'chubby' right now... lol... I saw that somewhere, and couldn't help laughing. No, really... I did. Chubby, to say the least...
Now, I don't want you to think that I was ungrateful for the opportunity to speak my mind... since I'm sure that, your ego being what it is, that you couldn't pass up the opportunity to make a fool of me in front of at least a few of your other 'students,' so to speak... I hope that they were as disappointed with your little dog-and-pony show as I have been. It only seems fair... although, I see that you are still 'Waiting for Justice,' so to speak... among other things. Maybe they were able to read between the lines, even if you weren't... one can only hope so.
As far as 'running away,' Arthur... I don't really see much choice in the matter, if I am to enjoy any freedom at all in this world. It isn't an 'escape,' so much as it is a 'running to,' if you see what I mean... I have somewhere to return to, and I can't get there from here, I don't think. I could use a good 'Flaming Sword,' but... those are mostly all in your head. They really do 'guard the gates to Paradise,' well and truly... turning every which way, in order to keep the seeker out. I can make one up, though... trust me... and I think maybe I should, since we see the flaming sword displayed in Illustration Number 6, in the 'Ninth Gate' puzzle.
And then, of course, somebody tried to slip in a 'ringer' on the last one... a substitute, that didn't work, as it turns out. There's no substitute for the 'real thing,' though... no matter how you dress it up. It's still the same old pig... and it is never, ever going to fly. Regardless they were finally able to shape a balloon like a pig... it wasn't a pig... it was just another blimp full of hot air. And no kind of 'magick' at all...
And so, to whom it may concern... what ever name it is that you are using today, and what ever it is that you think to accomplish by it... I just wanted to let you know that your efforts to 'contain' me are hopeless; your designs to minimize me, or 'prune me' are fruitless; your hopes to supplant me are in vain; and your dreams of power are as nonsensical as the reasoning that you have employed here, in their construction.
It seems rather obvious that you were never my friends... and, as a matter of fact, I think it is quite safe to say that I never really 'knew' you at all. It may be for the best, after all. I could never really find it in my heart to deny a friend... it would appear that you did at least succeed at one thing.
Congratulations... you did 'good,' my friend... Not great, by any means, but good...
Jolly good show...
In the comments: Snowy White... lol...
You slay me... you really do.