The man behind the Phred

I really fucking despise you. I hate you. I loathe the fact that you think you can call this any type of normal conversation or something worth having. How the fuck did you think this was going to go? Think you can hide the fact that in private you rage and scream and cry because of me? I don’t even have to pry or go in search of it, it presents itself time and again in the way you approach me and talk to me, in your body language regardless of what you use to cover it up with. I am beyond just disgusted with you and all that you do. Perhaps I’m not getting this across clearly, perhaps all of my previous attempts have been mistaken as crying, or perhaps you missed it because it was said with quiet strength, something you think only women can have, and yet you are a woman if your claims are correct and you lack this essential strength.

do I need to exclaim it with testosterone-infused anger to say GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT CUNT BITCH OF FILTH!!!

But, no, that would get you making fun of my rage and trolling me and feeding off of it and then waiting for me to cry so you can then go in one form or another, QQ moar, little noob. Perhaps, at this point, even qq yourself to the mods to get me banned for yet another ad hom.

And for all of this, you claim victories that don’t even feel as victories in your own mind and spirit. Where is your heart for me to stab and destroy? Where is the soul you so claimed to have, so I can destroy it?

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This is a normal conversation, in terms of teenage girls and unmedicated women and such. Also, there are different types of women. Not all women are emo out-of-control caps lock users, there are very distinct types and flavors of women.

Also, I do rage at home, right about that, but it’s not about you, its about various women, these women give me mental illness, an infection of mind and memes.

Yeah, overwhelming, dripping with testosterone…Cuz it’s men on facebook who always use CAPS LOCK and hit the block button and tell people to get away from them…Testosterone converts to estrogen…you know that right…Already you exposed yourself admitting you wanted a sex change, your inner identity is obvious.

Also, I am starting to think that you are some sort of grand troll, and half of what you say is not even for real.

Did you hurt my feelings? Yes, but indirectly. Lady in front of me gave me a cold stare, didn’t like my constant laughing. I hate when people shame me for laughing…you want rage…that is what really grinds my gears…

All I did was admit a thought that almost every person in existence has at one point in their life or another. I’ve got many of them. Have you heard of hiatal hernias? Most common cause is people trying to suck their own dicks or lick their own pussies, a lot of people have them, they’re common. Did you also know that almost every single man and woman have the idea cross their minds no matter how much they would deny that if they have a daughter or son, to raise them and train them to eventually mate with them? True shit, but good luck getting people to admit it.

And that’s just the tip of the fucked-up iceberg. Like I said, maybe I didn’t make it clear enough the many times I’ve said it; I’ve had that problem where it just doesn’t register with people and they keep pushing until they get something they didn’t quite expect. I don’t much care for you. I despise you, loathe you, hate your guts. You stepped to me, acted the fool continuously, insulted every idea I had and then have the gall to consider that ‘criticizing’. Your every thesis seems great until holes are poked in it, until shown how fallacious it is, your every joke falling flat, your every insult a barren one, like I suppose your womb is if you are actually a woman instead of a g.i.r.l.

I don’t think that you understand how I don’t want you as a friend, never did, never considered you as one period. Did I speak MY own mind and MY own feelings when I said that I would prefer to have the likes of you and hahaha as friends? I really think that I didn’t and something spurred me to say something at the time that kind of gave me a little breathing room at the time and a knife-twister later on, for my knife-twisting pleasure. Friends with people who disrespect me, use me and abuse me? You may not know it, but that’s unheard of. Every friend I’ve ever had has learned one way or the other that that shit doesn’t fly. They might pull it out of their asshat once or twice, but no more than that.

And you may then go and ask, freely, if you consider it to be ‘freely’, if not liking us and wanting to be friends, why spend so much time with us? You’re my enemies, this is where my path has lead me. This is what I must deal with. No more; no less.

If I were you, I’d want to be friends with Trixie and not her enemy.

You’re not me and you see me as more powerful than you, stronger than you and are trying reverse psychology to get me siding with you so you can strengthen your own self and I’m just not interested. There’s better out there in eternity than you. You played too much of the wrong hand, showed yourself to be too weak, too caught up in me to the point where you won’t even let me walk away and God bless my own patience and tolerance even to this point where I’ve shown my passing through insanity that would rip you all to shreds and showing it to be as nothing to me.

I think you are stronger than me? News to me. You are overcompensating for something, Garrosh.

Sure, I’m compensating for my weaknesses because I name them and am honest about them and so find them easier to turn them into strengths BY compensating for them.

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Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you’d see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain

'Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But Hell, I’ve been there before
Everything’s all right
I’ll just say goodnight
And I’ll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn’t mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I’ll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you’re livin’ in

'Cause I’ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces
Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places

[3rd Verse:]
I guess I was wrong
I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before
And everything is alright
I’ll just say goodnight
And I’ll show myself to the door
I didn’t mean to cause a big scene
Just wait 'til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I’ll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass

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I am not me, but I’m definitely not you and definitely not you and definitely not any me I recognize, yet still me, still you and still you in myself and myself in you and this is all rather disconcerting and demoralizing and disgusting at the same time as convenient, morale-boosting and entirely not disgusting enough at times.

To be or not to be was the choice as proclaimed by shakespeare, but is it a choice? Do we really have the choice to not be?

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And their numbers slowly dwindled down to nothing, for as it was said in the devil’s book; the book of the dead; all must die, including God.