i wont doubt where this is probably where i finally lose all posture. probably also the first time i've formally spoken about this out loud. so listen men, let's not be confused here, a bizarre and profound part of life that every man who has ever been part of then goes on and carries a time bomb in his brain for his life that ticks away at him like drops of water in the sink in absolute flawless perpetuity every day every minute every other second and forever. you cant go on and not acknowledge that the experience didnt wrench your moorings violently away from you. maybe the woman would still be around to at least talk to me about things. that's the only relevant thing to discuss. your failure as a person. that is the only thing thats truly funny in the end. if you think you're a samurai then think of the disgusting ritual that your lady committed for you to be able to sleep soundly and not worry about yourself and some vulgar replica of your pathetic image being grown in some netherworld brick by brick like a human mold. your jokes at its expense need be of the highest most perfect caliber. what kind of idiot are you truly to start a thread about such an edifying and surreal experience as a pretext to ask another bunch of idiots about free speech? are you real? in some ways some of you need to be less afraid about saying what you feel and maybe you'll be funnier. if you haven't experienced such a thing then it is your right as an eternal trickster to make hilarious light about it. the ones among us though who know about the true legacy of this thing, we're the funny ones.
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