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Twin Peaks marathon for me this week, I think. Masterchef followed by 4 hours of Twin Peaks each night. Maybe less, as I fast forward the saw sharpening bit.
 
he looked at it. it was staring at him. a small silver thing in the store. just waiting for him to buy it. sitting there in all its wonderful glory looking so spectacular, just so pure. he had to have it. he must have it. the store was closing soon, but he did not care all he could think about was that item. just that one item. that one piece of lovely object that was so good yet so bad. that piece thatt he needed to have. i mean he could leave, he could walk away from that thing, but he would still be thinking about it. once he leaves the store tthen that item will be on brain forever, he would not be able to get rid ofd it. this thing would not rest until he had it. it wasn't that expensive to buy, in fact it was quite cheap. it was so cheap that he ould buy hundreds of those things, and he so wanted to buy hundreds of those thinh. hundreds and millions and billions of those things he wanted to buy them all and experience their goodness, their pure unadulterated goodness that made him feel so good, that made him not feel so empty anymore, that made him satisfied. because he hadn't been feeling those things anymore. he had been feeling quite empty. nothing had circled his soul for the past few weeks. if he could feel bitter he would, but he couldn't even feel that. but when he had those things, those wonderful life changing things that made him feel that things are allright for those precious brief moments, moments so wonderful and so amazing that he just wanted to stop time and experience them forever, but he knew he couldn't do that, that he couldn't stop time. so he had to buyy more of thodse things, just so he could experience that happiness again, that feeling of joy, that pure feeling of supreme woonderfullness. but it did cost him money, money for more important things that were good for living and not just good for him. that is why he was hesitant to buy that thing. he had not a lot of money left, and he needed money because he never knew what emergencies could arrive. but then again he felt that he deserved this thing, especially after what he ha been feeling lately, i mean just having this thing once couldn't hurt him could it. i mean if woorse comes to worse he could always sell some stuff to get some more money for emergencies and buying more of those things. maybe he could sell the dog? get it to a nice home and make some more money? that could be good. i mean the dog was getting pretty annoying with all its yaping and stuff like that. the thing was much better than a silly dog. yes this thing he must have it, he really must. it was screaming at him to buy it, it was leapig out at him, he must have it, to hell with emerghencies. they would not gicve him the same feeling as this, the same bliss. he started to clench his hands, he stared at the thing with his eyes as large as a balloon, and his mouth drooling. it was too much, it was just too much for him. is heart started racing, people passed him getting their own stuff from the store but he did not care one bit, he did ot care one iota for what they were doing or their life stories and he suspected or most lkely knew that they fekt the same about him. but all he wanted was that thing. that one precious thing that woould make his life better, even if it was just for that one brief moment, but one great moment can make up for a feeling of emptiness can't it? surely it has to. right? he thought so, he thought so with all his heart and soul but still he knew it was wrong for him to buy it. that it in the long term it does him way more harm than good and that it was too expensivce with all the problems that will happen if he started to buy it and ignore the consequences that he had experienced in the past when he had no money and an emergency happened and he couldn;t do anything about it but watch as it just became worse and worse and ruined stuff. he learnt how important it was about money, he did kind of already know but that brought about the oint rather clearly for him. still right now at that very moment he was staring so intetly at the thing the precious thing so wonderful that was singing to him, singing to him to buy him and forget about the emergency money or whatever. that was nothing. this was the now. he had to make a choice, a decision for himself. this much was clear. he was raging inside. battling his emotions and jhis logic. trying, with all his heart and soul to get that thing, but his brain resisting because it knew how bad it wold be for him to get that thing. how destructive and dangerous it woyld be in the future. but right now he didn't care for the future. he only cared for the now. he wanted to experience the now in all its wonderful glory and its wonderful ways. his soul wa screaming, it was raging it was thrasging about so wildly, so fiercekly, so deply. it needed this. stuf what his brain tought. with all its stupid logic. logic never made him feel gold. although it id make him realize the importance of money, about money should not go on all frivolous and temporary things even if it did make him feel good for that brief moment. he stopped staring at the thing, suddenly he felt so guilty, so sad that he could even think about buying tthat thing. that thing caused him enough trouble it wold cause him too much pain if he brought it again. he was not going to be a slave to his emotions. but it was no use, he knew that he would always be a slave to his emotions, he did have a strong logic side, but that seemed to have diminished. it seemed to be all instinct for him, which meant more buying of the thing. it was hopeless, absolutely hopeless. he did buy those things just so he wouldn't feel empty. so empty that he felt nothing. just a whole lot of nothing that made him want to kill himself if he wasn't so afraid. for he knew that he was nothing. he felt nothing and he was nothing. he deserved to die. but those were stupid thought. stupifd and folish. highly illogical and emotional. still, they were his his feelings. which is why he wanted to buyy that thing. so he wouldn't feel those awful feelings anymore. his soul was on fire trying to battle his brain. he needed to have it. he had to have it. he wanted to have iyt. so he, ignoring the cries of his brain, got the thing, paid for it and walked out of the store into the unknown.
 
Witty Banter said:
When Mutley tried to moderate your spat with Penelope Pitstop (still in the escalation phase), didn't you go full violin? I think you have played the hard knock life card more than Orphan Annie.
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Why did you mention my name in this conversation that had nothing to do with me, then when addressing my question you answered not to me but someone else? and then dredge up a very old topic ... Odd...

Anyway, I disagree when personal threats are made with violence and lively hood involved and it becomes a non board matter I don't believe any violins needed to be played, especially when others on here passively and not so passively played a role in encouraging said behaviours, then hold their hands up like they aren't touching it...

Side note, aren't you the one trying to fuel this non existent "cool" vs "not cool" thing?
 
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