by cosmicB on Wed Jun 18, 2008 8:20 pm
Is that of great importance to you..? "sharing your poop with people"..?
I'd say, no doubt... Everything about you seems excrement related, even your "love" for your kids, and wife, and your mother, and your career, and the way your whole life has turned out...
You should just flush yourself down the toilet...
The ways you communicate, indicates that cancer is developing in your brain tissues, along with massive herpes, and maybe a few mildew cultures too..? I bet you can barely walk and talk now... I bet that most of your brain has been eaten away by various parasitic diseases, and the malaria... You are Malaria... Your personality is that of Malaria... Maybe you should take some vitamin-C, and a lot of zinc and folic acid, and amino's... I'm wondering if you are to be the next spontaneous combustion statistic..? probably... A Being can't exist with that much hate inside.. something has to burst, or flame... The human body can only take so much internal hate-heat, and "Poof!"... Byebye....
If it is important to you, them mail or courier your turds here if you must.. but you know for-sure that the authorities will be knocking at your door a couple days later, to bundle you up in a straight jacket, to take you to your new home...
You would do better to send it to yourself... less hassles, less expense, less getting your hands all poopy-dirdy, less straight jackets, less therapies, and less nice young men in their pretty white coats all telling you how to live your days, step by step... It would be more productive to send it to yourself.. Then you could wonder who sent it.. and get real angry at them.. and do bad things to them, till one day you just happen to notice that it's only you whom you are hurting...
Thanks for the kind offer, but you keep it... You need it more than I do, even if you do have lots and lots of excess, which I don't doubt.. It would seem that you are made out of the stuff... You save your treasures for you... Over here we don't play in ours like you over there...
You might want to save it under the bed, or in your pillow..?
You figure it out...
We don't want your pee either, nor the stuff in your ears and nose...
You do something with all.. It is yours.. like you could use it to write poetry on the walls, or to smear all over your face and chest, and run out into the street naked, screaming at all the people on the streets and roads, like you do here...