"I sincerely doubt that anyone here can match my accomplishments and I can toss off at will greater lines than you will ever speak in the mediocrity of your mundane existence."

"I can dance on the heads of devils and make the angels sing."

"Where is my equal here pilgrim?"


Our Father, who art on this shitty message board, hallowed be thy name.


"You are my footstool."

And yet you keep talking to me. And I can tell from your tone that it's bothering you, these little digs at your character I'm taking. Who are you to be bothered by the likes of a footstool like me? Or is it that some small (maybe medium sized) part of you knows that you can't really live up to all the pomp in your writing, that you're just another person on another computer who's been here all day like the rest of us, talking about things over which you have no influence. It's almost admirable the way you can ignore the contradiction between being here and doing this all day long (as you have been) and the grand majesty and artistic skill you profess your life is filled with, as though someone with that much talent and opportunity would actually be on here doing this instead of actual important things. I hope it makes you laugh because if it doesn't then you just don't realize how horribly silly it is to be on here acting like you do (please take the word "acting" very literally...I know you don't buy yourself either).