So why is it when you dare to quote a person, let’s say Mozart or Napoleon
Some blanc-bec comes and accuses you: “So you think you`re fucking Napoleon now?”
No I don`t think I am fucking Napoleon as a matter of fact when I think of fucking
I`d rather be fucking Cleopatra but that might be considered necrophilia
Fuck! One can never win in this fucking name game mania.
Quoting or mentioning a name does not infer transmutation of soul.
It does not make me Mickey Rourke in Barfly or Marlborough Man or Angel`s Heart
But some frustrated angry loser might try to find some logical fallacies to throw at your face.
(One with a huge chip on his shoulder and some ISSUES as we say today, not mention the huge stick up his ass that needs to be surgically removed)
The more frustrating when the accuser has a vocab of three words: shit crazy and stupid.
Have you ever seen how many kinds of fallacies there could be? WOW!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_fallacies
Way too abstruse for this obtuse now.
What I like about the truth sometimes is that it “seems” so much simpler even though it is almost impossible to get at in this world! Not everyone’s name is Dr. Cal Lightman
PLUS even the master would struggle with reading a cold screen
Behind which hides a gazillion Fucking Napoleons!
You can’t write shit! Of course I can write shit. I can even spell it and smell it.
TOO ABSTRUSE FOR THE OBTUSE!
AMEN TO THAT.
IN SECULA SECULARUM.
AD NAUSEUM.
TOO MANY NONCE-WORDS
OR TOO MANY NOTES HERR DIREKTOR.
SO LET`S TAKE THE GORDIAN APPROACH THEN
AND SLICE RIGHT THROUGH IT
AND CALL IT SHIT!
WAY TO GO ALEXANDER
ENOUGH WITH THE MEANDER.
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