The man behind the Phred

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

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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.

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