Chakravanti

Apologies, as I am truly blind to the unreal. Even Ledger sees it better than I. Judgement isn’t what you have misread it be so unreal . I know better than to fiddle with that so I don’t catch myself impacting unreal.

It does make sense you misread it as such, though. You started this, one word, without it actually being a question. What do you mean to Voodoo?

I know. I was. I’d apologize for having to spell that out for you but I can’t bother to care about your misunderstanding unless you spell that out and ask my true purpose and meaning regarding what you originally “questioned” about.

For all sakes and points, one word Q will never do more than guarantee your stoned nature, come morning. No matter how short you think I may be. Especially if one neglects to put their call in proper final declaration in punctuation. I got 50 pages into that Genesis and dropped the notion of reading more on that dimension. I got enough trying to translate the mass gibberish emoslanderslap on one done burning planet’s history.

This language is certainly incomplete regardless of how close. Especially when everyone thinks they understand it, like you seem to think you do. I know enough about it to understand I must continue studying it in forms I’m still measuring dimensions of existences that are new to me, even. Good luck, kid. In all fairness, you did tell me to have fun!

Have fun with learning and sarcasm!

Maybe Jake is a Cake. He kind of “was” a puppy in “another” time. I mean, I am all with that Cake. The one that met the snake/wyrm/? memory eating, dream shitting, otherworldly, pizza eating, Cosmic Owl Brother!

The only real curiosity is how meth functions on all that Silly Cone. I think it take a very careful handling of that C/Z/Xeno propain handling.

No. I was just shortening your response. If you want the best move, read Stranger in a Strange Land by Robert Anson Heinlein. There’s an infinite complex more dimensions to cognate that way and the author is…well…uh…knot…or…hmm…hard to spell it out but, yeah.

What the fuck is reality?> Ever do the pure logic on that? That is so simple you only get distracted by imagination. At least he’s not far from there.

How long til you realize that this comic was not exaggerating about what they all meant by “fed.”

And you thought that was an acronym…

IDK, I doubt there’s any iron in his blood, Atall.

Meth doesn’t count as a muscle implant unless you take it to the gym. Even once.

The real question is when not washing because you don’t even exercise, ever, even when having “sex,” regardless what happens as a “result,” is it fElonous to stink so much, people die, en masse?

IK. I lost count of the cognitive dimensions I sort through. Hard to word any of it in this crippled language in development. I try to allude but…shrug…sooner or later. I’m a stranger from a strange infinite dimensions other than you. If that bothers you, I have no apology. It’s way more complicated than that word even alludes too.

Is it satire with a much more firm titanium alloy hammering with a wide peen impacting more than any heads left to count?

Or better yet, If we burnt Stark’s Mani like the Ledger’s Joker and no rich sucker trick-fooled every real skill to undo the only one that came here to keep life from committing this obvious collective suicide (and not just ours but at a Cosmic Cohesion) we might not even need Thanos to do the dirty work since the place wouldn’t be poisoned, like DuPont.

You’re not familiar with the Tolerance Paradox?

I stole Thor’s hammer. Well, OK. Actually a construction of a neighbor’s fence left it in my yard after they finished and left. Close enough, IMO. I was thinking about attaching a sickle with a click to spin it in fashion around the head from the face to the peen at will to strike. It’s a forge hammer but I like it a lot. I also like your very sharp references being arranged around it. Just Sayan, that’d be fucking Super, IYKWIM.