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pharmakos

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go to a town that does have them, go mow lawns, go do anything except be a leech,
I don't have a car, and not much lawn mowing going on in Michigan since winter is almost here.
 

pharmakos

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Fuck* of course.

Obviously you have some strange obsession with me since you've put so much thought into my life. Genuinely pathetic that you need to spend so much time belittling someone for your own self esteem. Not sure why your ego is so fragile that you get sucked into arguments like this where you repeatedly talk about how much better you are than some internet rando you barely know. But its genuinely sad. I'm 100% your habit of getting sucked into arguments like this is taking away time you should be spending with your wife and your family.
 

pharmakos

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Y'know, if I had a good job, a wife, and kids, I would probably never log on here. The only reason I ever come to FoH is when I don't have anything better to do (yeah, yeah, I know, going to get a job would be something better to do, shut the duck up). You, tho? You've (supposedly) got so much going for you, and yet you've made this cess pool of a forum part of your core personality. Makes no sense to me. Obviously, despite your (supposedly) awesome life, you have some sort of emptiness inside you that you are trying to fill by belittling others on a fucking internet message board. It's legitimately sad.
 

pharmakos

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And I don't mean "sad" in the judgemental sarcastic way that most people here use the word. Legitimately, I feel bad for you.
 

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Y'know, if I had a good job, a wife, and kids, I would probably never log on here. The only reason I ever come to FoH is when I don't have anything better to do (yeah, yeah, I know, going to get a job would be something better to do, shut the duck up). You, tho? You've (supposedly) got so much going for you, and yet you've made this cess pool of a forum part of your core personality. Makes no sense to me. Obviously, despite your (supposedly) awesome life, you have some sort of emptiness inside you that you are trying to fill by belittling others on a fucking internet message board. It's legitimately sad.

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pharmakos

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The Lord says:

Look, my servant will succeed!
He will be elevated, lifted high, and greatly exalted—
(just as many were horrified by the sight of you)
he was so disfigured he no longer looked like a man;
his form was so marred he no longer looked human—
so now he will startle many nations.
Kings will be shocked by his exaltation,
for they will witness something unannounced to them,
and they will understand something they had not heard about.
Who would have believed what we just heard?
When was the Lord’s power revealed through him?
He sprouted up like a twig before God,
like a root out of parched soil;
he had no stately form or majesty that might catch our attention,
no special appearance that we should want to follow him.
He was despised and rejected by people,
one who experienced pain and was acquainted with illness;
people hid their faces from him;
he was despised, and we considered him insignificant.
But he lifted up our illnesses,
he carried our pain;
even though we thought he was being punished,
attacked by God, and afflicted for something he had done.
He was wounded because of our rebellious deeds,
crushed because of our sins;
he endured punishment that made us well;
because of his wounds we have been healed.
All of us had wandered off like sheep;
each of us had strayed off on his own path,
but the Lord caused the sin of all of us to attack him.
He was treated harshly and afflicted,
but he did not even open his mouth.
Like a lamb led to the slaughtering block,
like a sheep silent before her shearers,
he did not even open his mouth.
He was led away after an unjust trial—
but who even cared?
Indeed, he was cut off from the land of the living;
because of the rebellion of his own people he was wounded.
They intended to bury him with criminals,
but he ended up in a rich man’s tomb,
because he had committed no violent deeds,
nor had he spoken deceitfully.
Though the Lord desired to crush him and make him ill,
once restitution is made,
he will see descendants and enjoy long life,
and the Lord’s purpose will be accomplished through him.
Having suffered, he will reflect on his work,
he will be satisfied when he understands what he has done.
“My servant will acquit many,
for he carried their sins.
So I will assign him a portion with the multitudes,
he will divide the spoils of victory with the powerful,
because he willingly submitted to death
and was numbered with the rebels,
when he lifted up the sin of many
and intervened on behalf of the rebels.”

Isaiah 52:13-53:12, NET
 

pharmakos

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Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I’m straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.
 

Loser Araysar

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Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You’re crooked. You’ve always been crooked and you’ll continue to be crooked. But look at me! Look at me!" said the straight tree. He said, "I'm tall and I’m straight." And then one day the lumberjacks came into the forest and looked around, and the manager in charge said, "Cut all the straight trees." And that crooked tree is still there to this day, growing strong and growing strange.

They would cut down the crooked tree too and make into wood pellets for fuel, lmao

Perfection.