Let us critque Draal on the undenyifable scornful being of his mind
Draal wrote:When I was 14, I was 21.
When I was 21, I was 40.
When I was 40, I was dead.
When you were 14? Did you fuck a girl when you were 14? Do it in the sand around a flaming sun? Grab that disc and run with it.
Lets reconsider his stance...
How are you? And then you were 21; tell us the events that led to you being 40. A test a person kept quoting because your mother repeated the SAT scores to everyone in the hope, the identifable want, that you'd somehow mature.
Of course then, we asked what maturity was and found it lacking. Of course its what everyone else was and everyone else told me they needed. They needed to understand.
Then you died? 40 and died. Died when I was 21. Several times between the ages of 14 and 21. We'll consider a life well lived.
Taken in stance along with a Nipponese girl who looked younger. Its a Japanese thing. A concept dating back to the beginning of the life that was well lived.
Was this life well lived? Let us ask!
No. Why? Why not. Everyone now!
What is a life well lived? We'll do things in the morning, in the white shadows that plague sleeping minds and semi-comitous beings. We'll reinvent a concept for use with this post.
The sun is now sol and the sol is now a bakery entrante meant for Jesus Christ. Except Jesus doesn't want it. Why wouldn't Jesus enjoy a warm toastie for his pallette?