The words flowing through you must really grate against the nerves. I have been the central object of troll activity since I was born in 1986 and amplified when I began interacting with others on the internet 16 years ago, back in 2001. I have bested and beaten the Legion. You have had Plato ever in your mannerisms and spiritual channeling since our first interactions here some few years ago when I was still toting the name of Idiotic Idioms. In fact, the Plato screamed out so much that I thought your avatar was a caricature of him instead of Zeus. I found that out when I actually did an image search to verify what I was saying to you was accurate a while back; about the time I called Zeus a pedophile and into fucking animals.
If you think me to be trolling, then don’t. I am trolling, but unintentionally to the beat of some other larger beings game of insecurity and their need for control. I’ve been trolling enemies of reality for quite some time and bearing up under it until the end of my days. And, for claiming not to read a single post of mine, you sure seem to be confident that I’m comfortably slipping into trollish ignorance. I could almost swear it’s contradiction city up in every place when the true trolls start rolling through.
The interesting part of it is that to even use the term Doric as you used it and even I used it is improper. Doric would refer to dialect, not to belonging to the people, which would be Dorian. Doric would refer to the inanimate unless I’m wrong, which I’ve always and often been open to. I knew this in the moments I was using it as I was using it and it was background knowledge that I’m now applying. Doris seems to be the possibility of a town or city, being related to the center of Greece. I’m going to look that up real quick, a ctrl+t and google search later…
A district, relating to Dorian…
Sounds like early racism, to me. Classism. Caste system.
It should be noted that the Dorian also is similar to Delorean, the type of car used for time travel in Back to the Future and Dorian is a term also tying into Doctor Who somehow, though I’m not sure, which also deals with time travel and alternate realities and a number of other spacial anomalies and supernatural and paranormal activities.
But, you know… you might be right about me being illiterate. I’m so illiterate I notice the ties that bind and I’m not even related to a Dorian Supremacy or Usurping, though I also don’t know my own genetic or races roots. Almost full blood German, American, Caucasian; Human. I don’t care to know. What can be known that can actually sum it all up enough in terms that I actually care about? Nothing.
I do know that I’m being locked out of my own reality; that the surface of it, what I call the Omnireality, and many other parts of it, have been destroyed and taken over and controlled by another claiming to be me or higher than me. I know I’m getting the shaft and being seen to the door. And I have been labeled as a far worse criminal as others fear the might and power of that being. For the things that I have destroyed in the process of setting it all to right for the neuroticisms and insecurities and fears of the being and a lot of others around me, wanting still to experience enough of life around me until I’m seen to the exit. A vast need for control, an insecurity as it fears a power greater than its own and seeks to destroy it, for it knows it to be me. Come see me, if you ever get the chance, if you actually feel yourself to be a Dorian Usurper; because that label does put you in the arms of my enemies that seek to kill me.
But, you think I’m a good guy. Kind of. That’s sweet. I love hearing my deeds come out of the mouths of others around me and sound so hollow for them to be claiming them. That last sentence was sarcasm. It just doesn’t bother me as much as some things would want it to. Did I mention you and yours were quite the mess of psychological issues for which there aren’t enough tissues?
Clean yourself up.