Originally Posted by
BlankDaniels
if you cant read that you are retarded
The defining characteristic of a sound mind might be its capacity to process the incoming deluge of data (which is blasted incessantly at all five senses; of which few are ever truly serviceable after having been corrupted in early childhood) in a manner that can accurately establish degree/s of "relevance". This capacity is of immense importance for reasons far too bleedingly obvious for anyone to fail to appreciate (with the certain exception of the screaming imbecile who has once again imposed her screaming onto those she's sworn time and time again to "respect").
But if a human mind has been temporarily restricted in its capacity to accurately identify "context", the output (or lack of any) produced by that mind will obviously be insane and near worthless. There are numerous examples of this very phenomenon on this forum (and it is phenomenal how it not Insanity which is feared but rather the perception of it),
but those instances are almost exclusively of my own 'creation'. That they are permitted to remain uncorrected (in their inaccuracy, which is misrepresentational and therefore deceiving [but not remotely deceitful - and it's obviously a question of
intent]) is almost exclusively a reflection on the (perceived) value of the likely readership.
There is a lot of insanity posted, of course. But only I am really creating output that is the product of
temporary restrictions. The inability of the insane to establish context is perhaps no better displayed (in all of humanity's miserable history of 'interaction') than in this exchange below in a thread I started, the title of which was
Help me write a story.
Originally Posted by Skynigger
This is how it starts. Tell me what is shit. Rewrite any part or all if you wish. Help me out.
This is an important story, and I want to post it on ThaiVisa when it's done. But I cannot write for shit. That's where you come in. I don't need fucking faggot circumspect Catholic bullshit. If it sucks, say it sucks. If it can be improved, help me out you pricks.
Originally Posted by Skynigger
I really struggle in the middle. I need to tie in the politics because this is a story about Thaksin and Christianity and Red Shirt riots as much as it's a story about Mai. But I'm all over the place. I wish you useless chumps could give me feedback. I could dump it all out and you morons could tell me what to cut and what I can get away with leaving in?
Originally Posted by Steerpike
You need to research your protagonist and present him to the reader in a more measured way. I'd recommend you mix in more of his biography and when it comes to his views, they can be expressed during conversations with other characters. Characters drive the story and those characters need to communicate with each other. Dialogue, not monologue.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
ok this is good. i want to pay someone to write this story
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
The more I think about it, the more I realise Steerpike is right.
So basically what I want to do is hijack my own story to rant wisdom at fucking clowns. But as to how I can do this...I admit I haven't the fucking slightest clue.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
I need to try harder. Actually, I just need to try. Getting wasted and free-styling without hitting a backspace key isn't going to cut the mustard, it seems.
The lugging plastic bags around homeless paragraph was just supposed to be the start of the ongoing theme about human value.
The challenge, which a talented writer would relish, is in making morons understand that valuation of something that is VALUABLE has no legitimate relevance to PERSONAL, EXCLUSIVE OWNERSHIP. This is an ANTI-LOVE STORY.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
I gotta fluke the body of this story out because Mai is just wrapping paper for what I really want to write about and that is Thaksin using the open-sourced corruption of Moses to defeat decency over and over again, in Thailand. And all this was happening, just as Mai 'turned' from a sexless pretty child....making men lose their fucking minds.
Originally Posted by Apes of Wrath
Yeah I'm kind of not buying this version of the story either
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
That's because you're a Catholic Toddler trapped in your chains which make you see the world in terms of ME ME ME.
You're all just too stupid to realise things like this. They're not complex. If I knew how to write, I could illuminate them and you'd recoil in horror at how demented you are with your imbecilic narcissistic insanity.
***Thread is Hijacked by Mike admitting he's a pedophile***
***Thread is Hijacked by Mike admitting he's a pedophile***
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
Horrifyingly, the story I need help writing is completely intertwined with all this Christian insanity.
Those poor "women children". They'll have done nothing to Mike! That will be their 'MISTAKE'. Mike will teach them a lesson about elders.
"Have some fucking respect."
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
But back to the story for which I have an introduction, a conclusion, 300 boring pages of brilliance I'd like to fit in but will probably have to cull; and this.
The argument. Without all the convincing, of course.
About the Thai riots / Red Shirts betraying the peace deal to stab everyone in the back on the night Bangkok burned 18 May '10.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
I don't know if my story can do anything. But if I could only tell it right, I know it could - do - something. It's Truth. And I'm 100% right about the insane screaming of evil's pain.
Thaksin brought Western evil tricks to Thailand and owned Decency the way that Decency has been getting owned around the world by these tricks for thousands of years. Christianity had arrived. I heard the screams.
BURN HATE KILL BURN DESTROY HORROR HATE SCREAM.
All the vassals line up like lemmings on the side of Terror, to sneer. He's THEIR father. They're imprinted. He's terrifying. They're powerless.
"But together, they will obliterate you." Hahah.
After confessing to being a pedophile, Mike - unbelievably - finds yet another gear of creepy. And he just slams that foot on the gas. In my thread about an important story I'm trying to write, Mike wants you to know he has a story he's writing too! Just ask him!
You'll never need to.
Originally Posted by Apes of Wrath
Also I have written 20 pages or so of my movie script, it's quite awesome, and I'm basing it loosely on my own life, intertwined with some clever ideas I got from a girlfriend of mine. I might share it, at some point when it's got more meat.
Originally Posted by Apes of Wrath
Here is the gist. I'm not sure how to break this down, forwards or backwards, or give the plot right away?
Basically a guy (me) is going about his life, trying to make things happen for himself. The story starts out and he's on his mountain bike on a somewhat busy road, when some woman pulls out in front of traffic (blocking his progress in the bike lane) and the way she does it, she has no chance whatsoever of not stopping traffic, looks to her left and sees our hero and her mouth just drops open a little...
I have also written what I have much much better, It's a work in progress. Open to ideas/suggestions, if anyone has any.
It could be quite funny I think.
Clearly referencing the prior three pages rather than living with Mike inside Mike's insane moment, Sonatine offers to discuss writing the story for me when he RETURNS to Thailand. Because it's a story about Thailand. Where I live. Where the story happened. Where Sonatine was living.
Which was not - I repeat, not - inside Mike's insane demented, tortured scream-filled world of ceaseless ME ME ME.
Originally Posted by Sonatine
for the record, id write this for you but the offer is predicated on us hashing it out in person when i return to land of smiles (ha hhahahahaha) in about 10 to 16 months.
But in the moment with Mike is where Mike 'lives'; or at least, it's where he technically
resides. He obviously assumes Sonatine has to be talking to him; because in Mike's world, everything is about her. In Mike's world the only things that ever happen, happen to him.
Originally Posted by Mike
My rough draft should be completed within 20-30 days, from there I have no clue what to do. I can't pay you, not right now, but things may change soon. I have a phone interview Monday for a gig in north dakota as an admin assistant...and I hope they don't expect me to wear a skirt or something. We will see. I wouldn't be against working something respectable out in person, if you actually saw enough potential, that is.
Clearly Sonatine has seen her brilliant potential; can you imagine that putrid emotional buzz Mike would have imagined he felt right here? Mike can barely contain his excitement, you can tell...!! So he does what any broad would do. He milks the fuck of that moment for all that goody, juicy, delicious emotional capital. Which of course requires fishing for more compliments - but then who could even blame her...
Originally Posted by Sonatine
I dont see enough potential.
Whoops. Uh oh.
Originally Posted by Blackdaniels
ape swinging from the wrong end of the tree
And here -
right here - this is my point.
When has Mike ever swung from the other side?
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
The Land of Smiles is Thailand, you trailer trashed hick.
Read some time.
With his Tiny World shattered, Mike has a tough choice to make here. It's a nailbiter, a true dilemma. Sanity v INSANITY, Inc.
Whichever will he choose?
Originally Posted by Mike
if that's how you want things, fine.
bye
Awwh poor baby got her feelings hurt. *sob* He's going to run away. You can picture those big Toddler eyes welling up with tears, as he wrote that.
I'd have killed my Self in embarrassment, but that's just me. You'll note, Mike didn't do the right thing. He didn't run away either. He is still here, screaming for our benefit. How peculiar.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
You can say goodbye as many times as you like, but demented creeps never leave.
Mike is always going. He never never goes. He's always being asked to leave. He's just incapable of Resting In Peace. What prevents him from leaving is what prevents him from swinging from the right side of anything. Mike never goes because he's never wrong. He doesn't engage, he teaches. Mike imparts his Supreme Knowledge; if you had half a mind you'd listen to him obliterate the rest of it. He doesn't learn because he's known everything all along; ever since he first started emotionally scrapping with his horror show of a mother (and holding his own, like a Big Good Boy!). Aged ~ Toddler.
Mike will never lie down. Mike is a fighter, he doesn't "give up". Certainly not like this..! He's desperate. I'm all he can think about. His blood boils as he obsesses. And stews. He needs a miracle, his kingdom for a miracle. "Damn that conniving fool", he spits, but his curse dissipates into the ether (Mike will always be oblivious to the fact that no one is beats him - he simply urinates all over himself). For her part, Mike imagines he's in a War for all the marbles.
She has to pull a cutting retort out of his bag of magic tricks! And by Jorge, she's got one. Aha....!
Originally Posted by Mike
The Land of Smiles (Das Land des Lächelns) is a romantic operetta in three acts by Franz Lehár. The German language libretto was by Ludwig Herzer and Fritz Löhner. The performance time is about 100 minutes.
This was one of Lehár's later works, and has a bittersweet ending which the Viennese loved. The title refers to the Chinese custom of smiling, whatever happens in life. (The leading character, Prince Sou-Chong has a song early in the show, "Immer nur lächeln" ("Always smiling") which describes this.)
Synopsis
The operetta is set in Vienna and China in 1912. In Act I, in Vienna, the heroine Lisa, a Countess, marries a Chinese prince and returns with him to his homeland despite the warnings of her friends and family. In Act II, in Beijing, she finds that she is unable to come to terms with his culture, and especially that he must take other wives. He assures her that it's just a formality, but unhappiness is inevitable, and she is locked in the palace. Her love changes to hate. In Act III, Prince Sou-Chong is left alone, while his beloved Lisa returns to her homeland. His sister, Princess Mi had also become attached to the Viennese official Gustav, and so the ending is doubly sad. But the prince respects the rule of his custom: always smile.
Thailand is not the only meaning, sorry for not catching the inference you prick.
Originally Posted by SkyNigger
Context: : the parts of a discourse that surround a word or passage and can throw light on its meaning.
So Mike when you meet Sonatine in your German romantic opera, you make sure to say Hi to him for me.
Mike only cares about one word. It dominates everything that floods out of his horrifying mind. If you were as insane as Mike, everything you do; every mistake, everything - quite literally - you say or write or talk about or FEEL, will be polluted by this word.
Me
ME
ME
The horrifying scream of Catholic Toddler narcissistic agony.
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Originally Posted by
BlankDaniels
if you cant read that you are retarded
Correct.
And yet I posted it, regardless.
There is something compelling about that image; and the nature of how it was read by your mind should have alerted you to the "relevant".
No. No I'm afraid the "relevant" was not whether or not someone who could read that was retarded or not. No, you should not "be proud" like the creator of the insulting
emotional hook instructs you to feel. He is talking to the exploited "ladies" of the world, like Mike. It's strange that you imagined he was appealing to your emotive sense of "special", don't you agree?
I'm afraid you took a Wrong Turn at the T-intersection between Context and Sanity and came out screaming like Mike. You missed the breathtaking degree of your mind's accelerative
capacity...and got distracted instead by the filthy emotional urine (which is requisite, of course; in this terrifying world of Toddlers who 'live' in puddles of their own pee).
I'm not bagging you. That would be something a (corrupted) Toddler might imagine to be a fun thing to do. Gary, I'm looking right at you. On the contrary, I'm telling you that the INFERNAL EXPLOITED WOMAN SCREAMING must be silenced. NOW.
Or Toddlers, I just don't know what the devil is to be
done with you.
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