In the early seventies, Rod Stewart named one of his albums with a phrase that only recently I've begun to understand the meanings of. "A nod is as good as a wink to a blind horse", and in the Monty Python routines of yore, there was the repeated use of phrases, "nod, nod, wink, wink". What this means to me in my present day life is that some sorts of people of unified purposes, which do exist, do not need explicit orders in phrases that say obviously what they mean. Some of them would use objects to represent either other objects or other people, and when someone is called for dying, they could realistically have someone on some other place, doing a deed to plan that result without natural causes. I live amidst sinister intrigues, of highly morbid and mortal natures, with and around people who do not value life. And to the extent that they do not value life, they value my life least of all, along with these who publicly reinforce and inspire them.
> While I haven't seen anyone telling anyone to kill anyone,
> I do think that repeatedly stating that someone should
> kick the bucket, join Pavarotti or whatever euphemism
> you'd like to use is just so plain sad. I'm kinda getting
> bored by the unimaginative and predictable responses here.
> "Die, you lying cunt" only captures the imagination so
> many time, you know.
>
> Let it go. It doesn't look like Pidunk is going anywhere
> soon, so just deal with it, m'kay? And by "deal
> with it", I mean something like ignore, shrug
> apathetically, whatever not insult, wish
> death upon, whatever.
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