why did you delete the conversation?

What happened to our conversation?

lol

I only tease people who I think are incredibly stupid.

I'm beginning to think we never really shared any empathy together; that the spiritual mind ocean I tried to explain was just a silly joke to you; that you don't really think emotions are the fundamental building blocks that give substance to our poetry; that you're just here to laugh at me.

Tell me none of that is true. I'm prepared to accept you have a different outlook on life, and maybe I did overreact earlier, but please tell me you can at least find some common ground with me in the spiritual mind ocean. If you can accept that, then I'm sorry I went overboard - just a little paranoid I guess!

I thought I could trust you. I thought we were friends. But friends don't trivialise each other's emotions. Friends don't dismiss each other's feelings as the meaningless twaddle of someone who is being a "tad bit sensitive". And friends don't accuse each other of lacking a sense of humour when they have stepped out of line. You're right about one thing, though. Life IS too short... too short spend one's time sharing one's thoughts with someone who doesn't appreciate them. Life is like a candle - light the flame, and though it may eventually fade, it will provide both heat and light for many days. But if you don't light the flame because you're too afraid watch the flame die, then you are already dead. Think about it. What have you done with your candle...

Maybe nentwined's dad would make one.

Please don't joke about my comments. I feel as if you're trying to trivialise them. There are times when humour is appropriate and times when we need to think seriously about life. I'm not one to hold a grudge, but I'd be grateful if you could think about what I've said. Thank you.

Have you ever had more than one coherent thought in a row?

Because, you monumental retard, for the 400th time, if you post your "personal writes" on a public poetry forum, PEOPLE WILL TELL YOU WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT THEM. You're such a dunce that it hurts. You plainly don't 'have no desire' to discuss your poetry with me, because that's basically all you've done since you joined the site. You're a failure in every way, my lad.

The conclusion was actually that a scotch egg is merely a sausage kiev surrounding a boiled egg.

Sausages, eh? Did you know that the word "Scotch Egg" is redundant with respect to the language consisting of the set of all English words U {kiev}? In discussions with a colleague concerning the nature of a "Chicken Kiev Kiev", we stumbled upon the following results. They have been described by several noted academics as "startling".

(i) An X Kiev is an outer shell, consisting of pulped X coated in breadcrumbs, surrounding some Y.

(ii) In the case of Chicken Kiev, we obviously instantiate X with "Chicken" and Y with that white sauce they put in the middle.

(iii) A Scotch Egg is in fact the same as a Sausage Kiev with Y instantiated with "Egg"

(iv) Let L be the language consisting of the set of all English words U {kiev}. The word "Scotch Egg" is redundant with respect to L.

Stay true to your heart and I'm sure the journey will be a fruitful one. It's interesting that you say you're swimming away from the shore. Which shore exactly? And what does it look like? I only ask because it has been so long since I left the turbulent coastline for vast, open expanses of the spiritual mind ocean.

I would take spunking on Nicholas Novi's discarded wig over facefucking wcrystal lane swiftw any day of the week. Except Sunday, obviously, when I'm in the Isolation Boothe.