That doesn't seem to be a valid address. Also, Lanny lives in a studio (last I knew, unless he upgraded) in San Francisco. South San Francisco is a separate city.
What's wrong with wine? It's far more flavorful and easier on the stomach. I even water mine down with 2-3x the volume and add pure sucralose as a sugar free sweetener. (Wine does not taste nearly as good unsweetened, anyone who says otherwise is most likely pretentious and being affected by a wide variety of cognitive biases, has never actually tried sweetened wine and judged it impartially, or doesn't have a proper understanding of the mechanisms behind "acquired tastes". And I don't use excessive amounts, just enough to optimize it. Many wines have residual sugars that sweeten them, this is just a better form, as sugar is terribly consumed in excess by the vast majority.)
You know, unless his habits have changed, Lanny stated that he only drank two buck chuck. An assortment of the best wines you could find, my preferred method being visiting Grocery Outlet and using the Vivino app (of course I would test a bottle first, then buy another), would make a good holiday gift. If you weren't aware he's quite the budding hardcore alcoholic.
Lanny lives in San Francisco. Multiple people know his name, and he's mentioned the sector and district he works in. If you really wanted to, that information alone is more than enough to acquire his address.
Malice, you'd be too fucking anxious to make the walk/public transport to your target area for it to even happen. You would have a panic attack from having to see another human life form through the scope of the weapon.
How the fuck you gonna get a drum mag automatic weapon to the mall in the first place when you cant drive and dont have any friends to give you a ride?
PoC, stop making me look uncool.
I wasn't always this bad, the onset of this extent of agoraphobia came sometime this year and I can still go outside if necessary.
And I said the weapons would be modified.
Oh hey, fleet week, the time of year when everyone in the bay area rushes to my favorite part of the city to shit it up and dipshits in airplanes burn a bunch of fossil fuel to accomplish nothing.
My first reaction was "fuck these faggots, slowing down transit and making all this fucking noise while I try to work" but then I realized there are humans enjoying themselves I guess, I'm sure one or more desk jocks took the day off to spend some time with their kids or something. It may be stupid and thoroughly unpleasant to me but it's probably a highlight for someone else and there's some kind of vicarious satisfaction to be found in that. Maybe it isn't so bad.
It sounds like WW3 is about to start and fucking nuke is being launched (I have no idea what this actually sounds like, but some sort of missile is what my mind always goes to).
At first I thought you were referring to the Salesforce conference (huehuehuehuehue).
Ah, I could see myself in a very large crowded mall during the holiday season, full Christmas theme, parents and their children, couples, shopping together, then this song comes on and I open fire with a rifle modified to be fully automatic and an enormous modified drum making it as close as feasible to the mounted/stationary machineguns used in war. red dot sight being standard for ensuring fast, simple, and accurate aim at those distances, the largest grin on my face, literally waltzing to the tune as I extinguish a countless number of lives, and at the end ANNM, similar to ANFO and the substance McVeigh used in the OKC bombing, + shrapnel based explosives detonate in conjunction with a lingering aerosolized or gaseous substance near the entrance to take care of the panicked crowd who attempts to escape and will not avoid it, especially if masked by smoke, the technique being referred to as "lambs to the slaughter".
I know you're trying to be edgy, but I didn't have sex for 2 years in my deepest drug addiction. So sometimes it was. Both were to fill some unsatisfied feeling.
Hey, that's the same length as Casper. I also recall him stating he only masturbated once or twice a month.
"Man who tries to climb tallest mountain will never be as high as I am". - Confucius
Original content. Cannabis jokes are so numerous it must rare indeed to come across an analogy for how high you are as fine as this. *crosses arms, closes eyes, and nods* hmm
I started looking at your pictures and readily began cracking up, then towards the end I felt sad in a non-condescending manner.
Also:
Nice try, twig boy. How does it feel to know you were beaten by a shut-in like me and would be cast into oblivion in a battle? The first picture is just sad, I feel like I'm mocking someone with cerebral palsy.
Officially confirmed as rent boy. I knew you were selling your ass to fund your drug addictions and lifestyle:
Also, I wanted some real help, some sort of intensive inpatient program, but there isn't really anything available and psychologists and psychiatrists are useless/worthless, I'm never bothering with them again.
If we had something like Hikikomori University in Japan, I would attend it. If I ever go out I hope I take out my hatred on society and become the greatest individual mass murderer of all time.
Honestly, I readily grasped that and now it provided a mood boost.
BTW, did you ever have ECT done?
PoC, my depression is considerably better than it was before, but regardless, my ability to function has progressively deteriorated over the years. I was never exaggerating about my life like most people likely do, particularly online. This...does things to you, worst than nearly anything else you can realistically face, other than prolonged abuse. Also developed agoraphobia. I always disliked the outside world, but now it's on a much stronger level.
Woke up today just feeling afraid of what it means to be human, which is a terrifying thing. The most incredible feeling of alienation, I feel like I've irreversibly changed so that I'll never be capable of not being alone, seen existence in a light that cannot be unseen.
It brings to mind a theme in a Talmudic tale in which four rabbis are brought into the presence of God. One becomes a heretic, one goes mad, one falls dead and one returns home with his faith affirmed.
We all exist in the same objective reality, but are interpreting it differently. Physiological differences which alter our sensory input, neurological and endocrine bearing the bulk of our predispositions, mental habits and profile (relative strengths). Pure logic and reason is the true tongue of existence, being able to transcend boundaries even unto machine and hold eternal life. Eventually a nanobot mediated neo-cortex-cloud interface augmented by pharmacological variation will allow Lanny to tap directly into the machine, and what comes next will be...well, we've all read our sci-fi. What lies beyond AGI? True freedom.
