Learning some words the big boys use

By Magus · Dec 30, 2019 · ·
  1. Dejected, he was sad and depressed! Dispirited! Down right Dangerous! Learn the word by saying what it means, be a layman not a scholar! He was mad, it felt unjust! His indignation was showing through his forced smile. Feeling like he had a massive hole in his chest, that GAPING wound! It smelt bad and looked rotten. Putrid flesh. It wasn't there, just an illusion. Phantasms of his fantastically imaginative mind! Original, creative, whimsical!

    They offer comfort for his grief. Solace be gone. Words disappear! Vanished! Obscured! Insincere, disingenuous! Lies to make people feel better! Yet still lies! They were of the same kind, so similar! Homogeneous! Yet some were so different, so heterogeneous!

    So complex, so sophisticated! Keep those who don't know the nomenclature away! Sub human, rats! Stupid, filthy hobbitses! Layman disappear, you're not welcome here!
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  1. Qbelle
    she was there...if anything it was the smell that brought them together. It was like when gramma forgot to change her dressings when she caught a noscomial disease and she had to go to the doctor and he finally took it off and the room filled with the rotting algea of a bottom of a fresh water fish tank that has a forgotten rubber thing for the angel fish.
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  2. Magus
    Noscomial. Nice word. To bad you got banned before I could talk to you. For what? Gods know. I feel like I intentionally settle myself into this community as a form of punishment, as a reminder. Nobody wants me here, I should be banned too. Not wanted in real life, not wanted online. I know the world wouldn't miss me despite the anti suicidal rhetoric people spout. But I have a nest here, and it goes pretty much undisturbed. I don't poke the bear, don't cause too much trouble, so I can be ignored, looked down upon, despised in silence. Forgotten. I'm just a raving lunatic in the corner. To confront me with your disdain would make you a monster. I look at the troublemakers of my youth. They caused hell, got attention, got their problems worked out. But the silent ones, the ones who didn't dare ask for help, who didn't dare cause trouble, well they're your future trouble. Non of them are on facebook. The silent ones. The were erased. We aren't worthy of engaging in this new world.

    Somehow you do a good deed, and end up being blamed for something bad that happens. You stick up for someone being bullied, and then the bully turns on you. The victim you just saved joining in. But if you did nothing it would eat away at you. So no matter what you do pain will find you. Until that part of the brain is exhausted and you don't feel it anymore. The thought of hurting people doesn't seem so bad anymore. The thought of someone cleaning you up doesn't make you feel pity anymore.
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