Do you understand that I have posted something like 15,000 internet posts that were short before I started posting long ones? I'm vaguely aware they were received well.
You seem to imagine a motive or a goal exists where I'm more curious as to why you would imagine such a ludicrous thing.
"people might actually read what [I] write"
People read what I write. But you're talking about the illiterate reading what I haven't really written because it's short and clean of content. Perhaps I'm confusing you.
Pray tell, what would be the motive or gain to me were the kind of people who cannot read start to actually read what I write when I haven't written anything?
Is there a cash gain?
A popularity gain? You are very confused about popularity, if you think I seek favour with the illiterate. Hmm.
Is there a gain to be gotten from a popularity gain?
Will I start being paid not to write anything worth reading?
Do the illiterate have purchasing or employment power, if they pooled their surely mega (or meagre?) resources?
Where is motive. Convince me why I should want to do what you assume I should want to do. Sell me on the value. I'm genuinely interested in why I would want more of this:
In the time it took to pound out that wall of nothing, you could have chugged an 8L of clorox.
Exploited women cannot do it. They find it...perplexing.
Oh that's a big word. I would dumb it down for you but the point I'm trying to make to the sons of their exploited mothers is that - in between their legs - are cocks.
One imagines, in any case. Or doesn't, in my case. But in your case, you should just imagine that your reviews would be more valuable if you waited for them to be commissioned. Throwing such valuable approval and disapproval around willy-nilly?
Seriously bro, I have tried to drop down to your level for the last time. Get off the fucking dope, get a fucking psych evaluation and shut it the fuck down. We get it, some slit fucked your emotions over real good and now it is your mission to try and prove yourself to be above them (and everyone for that matter).
You are a emotionally wrecked shell of your former self, and you think feigning intelligence is going to change that. Nothing can change the fact that a WOMAN owned the fuck out of you, and turned you into this blathering lost soul.
Your diatribes are not an indication of intelligence, they are merely solid indicators of just how lost you are amongst yourself.
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