How far would you go to bite that hand that feeds? Shit on your kitchen table? The question reminds me that as much as I hate musicals, Dennis Potter's highbrow muck was a rare and indelible experience. I have had masturbatory fantasies of Michael Gambon ejaculation like simulations for a long time after a much younger, or more adventurous, WHYY aired the risque vision, for which they took some heat and never aired again. Pretentious wussies. I was going to deploy harder diction, but I'm tired.
Look, people, if most of you think I am a troll, or a portion of you do, to some degree, you're right, but rules about not feeding aren't always a valid proposition. If some of you think I'm obfuscating or confusing, you may have a valid critique. I may carry the burdens of my anti-social behavior with me, but I do not attack a participatory audience merely to provoke. When I respect responsible thinkers, I can mind my manners. Ask him. It isn't that I want to beg for feedback, but if I lose you I can't read your minds to divine that.
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