11-24-2017, 12:00 AM
Le_Regard wrote:
Gabriel64 wrote:
Mark 11:12–14 and 11:20–25 [2]
"...Jesus was hungry. Seeing a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. He found nothing but leaves...
...
In the morning... the fig tree withered from the roots.
..Well look man I don't know, but I have this very strong feeling like maybe the fig tree has outgrown its pot and needs a wider universe to grow in and maybe fetlife.com can square you away for a while.
My sword is VERY sharp and pointed. I go straight and you get bent. That's how it is.
My use of a Jesus f*ucking parable, is a marvel. You don't comprehend the distaste and disdain I have for anything bible, religion, or Jesus. It is a veritable miracle that I used that; but, for Pixie Dust I have no limits to how low or high I CAN go. In mastery, the exception proves the rule.
Le_Regard: "Ok so for real, I REALLY can't keep doing this." You played with fire. She/he/it (Pixie Dust) is the real deal. You are beginning to squirm, Le_Regard. Pity is a horrid place.
Yet, that is your destination. Brutally wicked, and it gets hotter still. Diversion such as Fet life can't help you.
You went all in, and [excepting you embark on the path of full mastery of yourself] there is no way out.
You needn't worry how Pixie Dust will do in my garden. It is naturally contained. Pixie can always soil and wet herself. She just isn't allowed puddles.
Gabriel64 wrote:
Mark 11:12–14 and 11:20–25 [2]
"...Jesus was hungry. Seeing a fig tree in leaf, he went to find out if it had any fruit. He found nothing but leaves...
...
In the morning... the fig tree withered from the roots.
..Well look man I don't know, but I have this very strong feeling like maybe the fig tree has outgrown its pot and needs a wider universe to grow in and maybe fetlife.com can square you away for a while.
My sword is VERY sharp and pointed. I go straight and you get bent. That's how it is.
My use of a Jesus f*ucking parable, is a marvel. You don't comprehend the distaste and disdain I have for anything bible, religion, or Jesus. It is a veritable miracle that I used that; but, for Pixie Dust I have no limits to how low or high I CAN go. In mastery, the exception proves the rule.
Le_Regard: "Ok so for real, I REALLY can't keep doing this." You played with fire. She/he/it (Pixie Dust) is the real deal. You are beginning to squirm, Le_Regard. Pity is a horrid place.
Yet, that is your destination. Brutally wicked, and it gets hotter still. Diversion such as Fet life can't help you.
You went all in, and [excepting you embark on the path of full mastery of yourself] there is no way out.
You needn't worry how Pixie Dust will do in my garden. It is naturally contained. Pixie can always soil and wet herself. She just isn't allowed puddles.