darkart | • ic contact @ ataraxion

So you've run out.

Extraordinarily sorry if you can't imagine friendliness not directly related to getting in someone's trousers. You don't own a fedora, do you?

Just working off the available evidence that pops up when someone searches your number.

[ who the fuck cares about hats, what does that mean ]

Oh, no, when looking at my conversations the absolute best you've got is 'stupid, slutty, probably desperate'; I've definitely never heard that one before and it certainly isn't the first, last and only resort of pretty much every man in the world. Let me bear myself off to a fainting couch.

If that's what you got from 'imbecilic flirtations' I don't think you should be throwing stones about supposed grasp on languages. You needn't project. What the hell do you want?

You do seem awfully keen on calling me stupid and I don't recall flirting with anyone-- but it is my third language.

A pony, the reformation of Fleetwood Mac and to go home, but failing all of that I'm apparently willing to settle for schadenfreude.

You've contacted me to gloat over an injury I suffered. You are stupid. I'm not sure what other reaction you expected in any language. Stevie Nicks doesn't need a bloody band and the rest of that can go to the devil as far as I'm concerned.

I'm vindictive and rude. Actually. Though you're free to react any way you choose.

Her solo work is perfect, which doesn't change that the most recent Fleetwood Mac album is more than ten years old and doesn't have McVie.

Vindictive and rude do not rule out stupidity. You have done a stupid thing, your anguished fate of my opinion is settled. Good to know.

I'll concede stupid thing. A person can do a stupid thing without being stupid. You only have to look at so many marriages to see that.

Well, they're touring, but it's not the same as new material.

I'm afraid I shall have to witness sufficient evidence otherwise, I do not grade on curves. Dare I ask what year.

Stevie Nicks spent long enough on Lindsay Buckingham; I rest my case.

The current reunion tour? 2014.

And you are not her. See again: marked on your own work. Noted.

My own work is as a published poet and undergraduate musician. Petty isn't the same as stupid.

Why, what year do you know?

It is not only intelligence that grants attention. You'll not sway me. Several, I can count very well.

I will content myself with certainty of your wrongness on this and many other topics.

( ... and even ilde knows she walked directly into that one. )

You must be very proud.

Self-contentedness is the refuge of all manner of failures, it's good you have that as a comfort. 1984.

I can curb petty impulses, but you will always have your personality.

I'm genuinely sad for you.

Such has never bothered me. I have no reason to mourn; I am little concerned with your disease of a culture and how it's eaten the globe.

You haven't heard Stevie Nicks sing Seven Wonders; I'm genuinely sad for you.

Why are you really messaging me?

Why are you texting back?

Maieutics. Perhaps I cannot escape my work even very abroad.

'Very abroad' is quite a way to put it.

[ aha. ]
In any event I shall soon stop, as I'll not die of starvation after surviving a labyrinth.

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trouvaille - 2014-03-01 04:44 (UTC) - Expand