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[lustfulmadness]

The Devil tips his hat to me

Things are going...so nicely. Slowly but surely I'm getting to know more people, finding it easier to pick their faces out in a crowd. Or perhaps a better term for it would be...learning about more people. I can't really say I'm getting to know them...that would imply that I made some sort of -friendly- connection...

Comments

[poisonous_art]

Somehow... your satisfaction is not credible to normal terms and such.

[lustfulmadness]

Your presumption of...my caring what you have to say is rather high.

[poisonous_art]

This is, what, the second time someone's said that to me? You, in turn, seem to think I care if you care that I think you care about what I say you care about.

[lustfulmadness]

Ah...but the only interest I have is why you presume to think that I care that you care that I care about what you care about what I said in response to what you replied with.

If you're going to respond, do it intelligently instead of simply cutely. Or comment elsewhere.

[poisonous_art]

....Can you even comprehend how annoying it is to be going on twenty-three and still be considered cute?

In any case... my intelligence is none of your concern, and if I choose not to display it here, that is my business.

[lustfulmadness]

Then...don't get huffy when people question your worth in comments.

[poisonous_art]

I don't mind when people question my worth. If I keep them guessing, my power over them only strengthens.

[lustfulmadness]

I pity the plebeian that finds themselves ever questioning someone obviously trying so hard to seem unintelligent. That you try so hard is...notice in itself to keep you under observation.

[poisonous_art]

Don't assume. Never assume. Never assume. It's as good as asking for death. Never assume.

[lustfulmadness]

You can leave now, yes? You're starting to become a nuisance.