Hey Prosper what guns and explosives do you own?

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I won't be that predictable. its not the shooter or the bomber that is me. but who gave birth to them that wasn't?

4 Guns and 6000 bullets.

On a serious note the guy does look like some I went to HS with. I haven't heard if he only went to school in california or what.

in fairness the guy sat at my table and would talk about batman. or joke about it. he had friends though. I use to sit in the cafeteria with the other kids in the beginning. it was good for making it look I had a social life. but then something transpired that is far beyond even my understanding. i realized I was too much of a social guru to stand in there and be mocked by people sitting next to me. so chose to sit only with myself. i wouldn't reject anyone who stil sat next to me outside. but sometimes i wondered why they did when i never said anything to them. so i decided to move further away. i soon began to regret my decision. i understood that the entire school walking past me not caring wasn't sign of disrespect. but that they weren't the source of my problems. they likely had troubles, but it must also be said few knew how to rise above them. they rather try to fit in by being jerks or trendy. ye yes i thought about what they must be plotting. but i gave up on that. i realized if i was really cool i would mind my own business. so i began to just love the bench and the sun. too bad i never got a tan. i lost my zen when the fucking monitors told me to stay back. as if i was hurting someone.

all in all, i ignored many, lost none. maybe one thing different about my highschool is people I knew once by class or task, would always talk to me when they felt like it. that validated i wasn't a monster. now if only books weren't so stimulating i wouldn't be so afraid to read them. i might even of been super smart.

watching the christian right wing over the years and conspiracy theorists, there is one common theme. even undomesticated snowmans know, money is king. in fact its why insensitive cartoons are aired. to disturb us deeply. being reminded how poor you are is depressing too depressing. but it allows you to align your goals properly for early adult youth. but damn do they try to make us envious with their fancy HAVING MADE IT truths.

A more important lesson folllows. at one time being a warrior and hunter or even a gatherer of garbage was significant. but today we are so hurt so bullied the only way to balance the pain to be something much greater. it is our duty (as the government and military affirm) to mix SCIENCE< TECHNOLOGY, and MONEY. The motive is beneath all three. we already know our purpose. to kill and preserve the right to kill those who don't agree.

men, derps, herps of all colors. there is one secret weapon beyond knowing . its knowing and having acted on it. that is so very important. its why you may even say what good is knowing if you have to act to preserve knowing. just fucking act through what you know and you will plenty more to know cuz of books being in the mllions (books a million - 19222)

um. men. I forget where I was going with all this. Probably to a grammar website. yes. but then there is that risk of knowing too well how to express what i really mean. that will get me killed. back to blender. but i may return to share song.

I almost understood what was written.

prosper kills with his brilliance and wit.

My first thought the second I saw this thread.