Originally Posted by veritas
lol at me ran off the site.
ok. you asked for this.
Since I first arrived you were secretly jealous of me, even in awe of me, although too pitiful to ask for help in becoming more like me. Instead you chose to keep distance, which to be fair, is a somewhat wise strategy. Eventually we cross paths. I had no problem with you, although I knew. I never let you know that I knew, until now. The truth is obvious, and we can literally ask anyone on the site, not that it matters. I am everything you are not in terms of bald and bearded. It is now time for the facts. Just remember that you asked for this.
I am thirty six and look thirty. You are twenty seven and look forty five.
I look down and see a huge penis and abs. you look down and see fat and stretch marks like you gave birth to a retarded mongoloid offspring that only you could produce because like begets like six months ago. the shape of my head is perfectly symmetrical and distinguished because it houses a brain which is in a state of constant neurogenesis and neuroplasticity, in other words, it sexily houses a one-of-a-kind genius. Your head looks like a retarded bowling ball covered in bum feces. Your eyes look weird. You look like a trucker that is fueled by nothing but meth, yellow jackets, and cheap diner Salisbury steak. My beard is luxorious and healthy. It literally stops people in the street. Women compliment in front of their men, and their men are like "yeah, fair enough." get comfy, this is only the start.
you err in many ways. the primary error is that you think that just because we share base physical traits that it means we are in the same league. I just got a boner from laughing at the sheer preposterousness of that idea. I am paradoxically everything you wish you could be, and yet know that you can never be. I can literally destroy you with my intelligence, or with my hands. I could choke you out with the Jitsu, or just spit facts about how you have failed the first half of your life. your only retorts will be nonsensical. Remember that you wanted this. I am hall of fame. I am an ever evolving living legend. you will die of COPD before you are fifty. You mean nothing. You claim fame from studying history? Bitch I am making history. I am a literal father, husband, doctor, and author. You are literally a walking advertisement for "don't be that guy".
You make good beats. I won't knock that. Too bad, that you lack the drive to ever do anything with them. I wish you would prove me wrong, but you won't because you are self-fulfilling prophecy. I would like to think that perhaps you are aspiring to become a dirtier, filthier, more retarded version of the Dude from big Lebowski, but even that is too high for you. You are an alcoholic drug addict, porn addict, who no good woman will ever love. Your father was a piece of shit, and so was your mother, so the fact that you haven't gone to prison for a failed armed robbery is a miracle, I will give you that also.
Please understand that you and I will never be comparable. I am fixing to log off and take a shower just by you even trying to make the comparison. I am a Heaven-sent Interdimensional portal guardian. You are a walking contradiction. Why? because you could be free. You have no debt. you could truly live. But you don't. You think originally, yet you do not really think.
I choose the path of most resistence, the path not travelled, you choose a lonely Saturday night with some reggie and generic bread and cheese grilled cheese sandwhich on a re-used paper plate. There is nothing about you that is redeemable. If you were to commit suicide, the sad thing, is that people would be like "yeah, I could see that." Think about what that says about your lack of character? You perpetual adolescent. You look like a shitty muslim. When I walk into a room and speak I command attention. When you walk into a room, women grab their children. I am rich, and handsome, and strong, and smart, and am spiritual enough to know that none of that matters. you are broke, and fat, and weak, and too stupid enough to try harder. Then you can play the whole "I am just playing my role" card. fair enough. But really, let us be honest....you know you want to be me.
let the board decide:
NCGS: if you had to choose which bald headed bearded man you would rather be: VERITAS or uh-oh....which would you choose. If anyone votes for you it is only because they too, are harboring the resentment that never being able to fuck with me brings.
shall I continue>?
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