~The number of takes we had to make because this cunt kept pulling the cord out of the headphones? Absurd.
⊙Ab-so-lutely. This cunt asks: can everyone hit metaphysical psychedelia with one pint and a dozen orgasms? Green too. And, does it make sense to say that my third eye forgets to see the good in me? So, it only perceives the manifestations of negative me?
~What have you done for another today? Also, people get snippy about that term
⊙Everything and nothing. It’s word play. I’m a cuntry station, I’m a little bit corny. You know it. But, I could tell you my mythos of what martial arts means.
⊙So, it is fighting as Tao as work as play as flow
Specifically, it refers to energetic exchanges between powerful empaths. Often performed remotely or by proxy. That’s right, by proxy. By, like, virtue of having an army or having realized your doppleganger exists or by energetic control over another. And, even the hypothetical dominator could be unaware of what they are doing. Like watching a boxing match and not understanding that you’re watching a video game where you are player one, controlling the boxer you watch. Unawares.
~Jesus fucking christ…
⊙Everytime with this one?: this cunt giggles.
~Yeah, Cheeses Crust, as you say. You emote too much.
⊙[Howling in laughter] You think, sweet dickhead? Sorry. I have to laugh at myself the same way I have to live with myself. Don’t spook. And, don’t feel bad for me. You’re here by choice.
~Well, you are incorrigible, but not insufferable. Kind of exasperatingly delicious.
⊙Only cuz you are old enough to feel justified in your grumpiness.
~Your ball comes across my fence, I keep it.
⊙Oh puh’lease, “it was [your] stage” when you were a young man, too. Fuck ewe. Pleas, I am so wet.
~Cheesy cracker super snacker. Don’t you think of anything but sex?
⊙Paul F. Thompkins as Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber on Comedy Bang Band & Todd Rundgren’s track, the one before (You Don’t Have to) Camp Around off of A Wizard, a True Star. And, no. I don’t. Not these days.