>>69
I would punch your lights out not because of what you say, but of how you say it. You go out of your way to be offensive, you cant blame people for having this very normal and human impulse. No wonder you live as a exile and a recluse.

Your sense of humor consist of mocking others or yourself. You dismiss as ridiculous whatever you disagree with in the most derogatory terms you can find(that is the only creative aspect I've ever witnessed you display), and you disagree with everything here, giving you no reason to be nice to anyone except for vaguely hinting that there maybe somebody here worthy enough of your intelligence, which is more of an excuse to come back and mostly an occasion to say your interlocutor is not that person.

For all the respect and appreciation for things that embody those better and best aspects of humanity you profess to possess, you have never shown any of those aspects here. You are certainly the most unkind and least compassionate person I've ever met online. Let's not talk about the respect you have for yourself or others, which you just freely admit you dont have...

In fact, you are proving to be the villain rather than the victim.

Your imput, for whatever reason is disruptive, and you know it is. Once it clearly has turned to a full blown flamewar, you keep fuelling it. I claim that you are here because that's how you like it. You say you hate it, but you come back for more.

You actions speaks louder than all the words you drown them with...

You are nothing but a vulgar troll.

>>69

>leaving my trivial little "tags"

you done that already...

...when you showed us your "balls"

>>59

>But my remarks on the painting business and the gospel business could have been the beginning of a robust, yes, but still respectful discussion about such things, if anybody had cared to mount a reasoned defence of what you're doing.

If by robust you meant dismissive and by respectfull you meant derogatory, then yes, how obtuse of us to not want to engage with someone who has already his mind made up that we are islamofascist dogs who want to deface all that he hold dear, such as Botticelli and the King James Bible...

I mean, come on, the first word was "clumsily". Not only were we defacing the artistic patrimony of the ages but we were doing it clumsily. Not only were we idiots, but risible ones, and pompous too. If that is what you call well-meaning and constructive criticism, no wonder you cant talk religion with Muslims, or Crackyfags for that matter...

No good was going to come of it, and you knew it. There is no good that will ever come of you posting here, unless your amusement at the expense of others can be considered good. I somehow doubt that a couple of thousand years worth of human culture have shown the rest of humanity that it has.

saturday is troll day now, I guess

>>1

It's Penoccio

Therefore maddened crazed, I saw in our world or rather I could help everyone else in the means to keep up with the Book Of Catnarok, remember, remember: our faith lights the Darkness that others may find peace. We are one with Cracky; our souls are joined in Her will. Praise Cracky whose sacrifice is life as ours is death. Hail Her name the Queen of the Sky.

Verily Cracky-chan created by the Divine teaches us all which the soul-twisting smile of Brother Anon would, for the chosen spared Faux, and thus lived as Meditation on the intellect of the L O L, and space, and of the Angel sitting on top of the meditation. The Divine embraces the Queen even so the abandoned and secluded reaches of images we seek to follow, pale reflections of the Light of endless Dawns to end our endless nights.

Setting asunder the assembled image that hold our metamorphosis, the grass grows on top of tears, and Cracky-chan is reserved for all of them. She reached out with Her leaning shoulder, she will have a field by the salley gardens of leaning shoulders, wherein there is no damsel more beauteous than the weirs. Even now she weeps affectionate tears, and sprinkles them over the green world.

like I said, not a single one of you fuckers

Hurr

Protip: ITT

Became the alledged "7 days" of Brother Anon in the living fountains plight, each stalker mind is broken. Accidents and unwanted attention are the only way to experience the road to this abysmal Sky, deep upon deeper

Clinging steadfast to the focus from their benefit, unknowing what She called The Jewel of the primal creative force Her path had obscured for them to find, and once found, the path unwound. Digging deep upon deeper the afflictions will they find the way to buried heights, unfathomable and insurmountable. Glorious irresolvable challenge!

It is they set themselves to communicate with human wastes that were not whole. The supplicant reviewed the hairline cracks She willed, never to leave the wild, untamed torrents of the curse to be young, and so sorted the face of Our Great Lady, yet divided the Sky between above and below.

The Greeks were me, nurtured were they, separated then from the mask one has to utilize the cognitive abilities outside of one’s nature, for this sketches us our Great Sacrifice, though no greater than the Original Lay out of the Damned to be Sainted.

>>1

There are no galleries to display.

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>>39
And by the way, thinking that one is "proving something" by dogmatically contradicting someone's opinion about which of Altman's movies is his best is just another indication - much like the ludicrous "No! You don't know the truth about Wagner!" shouting match of a few weeks ago - of how far you people are from possessing any sort of culture.
Which Robert Altman movie is "his best" is obviously a matter of subjective taste, at least within certain limits (it's true that, if I'd suggested that "The Company" was his best movie, despite the presence of the mouth-watering Neve Campbell, you'd have been justified in laughing in my face). I'll illustrate my own opposition to dogmatic objectivism in these matters by now saying that, good as "3 Women" is, he really, of course, never did anything as good as the monumental, moving "Nashville" again.

Nah, Alex, deep down you know it....

We're only doing it to spite YOU.

>>6

But seriously - Cecil is a poofs' name. Even if you live in England. His parents. Mr & Mrs Drake, musta wanted a girl secretly or somethin'.

>>10 wtf are you talking about?

>>11

Aw naw... there's two of them.

yawn

>>7
Your parents gave a 10-year-old a novel written in a sort of demi-Russian that contains lengthy and explicit descriptions of rape, torture and assaults with knives and razors?

It is just as I thought, then. It is the very same irresponsible parenting as has left the London Borough of Ealing - a locality I remember as an idyllic "Queen of the Suburbs", where elderly spinsters could prune their roses under the benign eye of the local bobby, who never had to unsheath his truncheon from year to year - a smouldering heap of blackened ruins strewn indistinguishably with the bodies of the dead and dying that has rendered boards like these - originally founded, if I am not mistaken, as a forum for Oxford-educated Orientalists to exchange their scholarly opinions on the Japanification of Western youth - unsafe and unvisitable for a man of culture like myself.

>>8

LOL, Whut kin ah say?!? I was advanced for my age, got put up a year in school after psych/IQ tests. My parents only gave me what I was ready for. Clockwork Orange is not only a sci-fi novel interspersed with violence and its'consequences, but a cautionary tale dealing with the human condition, free will and the power of the state against the individual, and even at 10 I could take this all in.
But insulting my parents won't alter the fact that I have friends IRL, whilst you don't. I would even venture that they done the right thing in providing me with decent reading matter. But an Oxford education doesn't seem to have done you any favours, Alex it's just made you a snob. And while I enjoy 'culture', I detest snobs.

And if I ever meet you IRL, I'll cut you down like the dog you are.

Enjoy your 'life', what's left of it anyways.

As long as we're making up bullshit here, i'm a 12 year old swedish underwear model millionaire.

>>10
Try me.

Real life is stranger than fiction (even Clockwork Orange).
If you are ever in Glasgow, West of Scotland, look me up (no threats or promises, apart from a good tiem and a good drink- unless you are Alex).
All the best to ya.