Parading

My response to most current stupid political issues, including this one: I don't care. I'm going to live life the way I want to, and as long as your ideal life isn't tormenting me, then do whatever you want. It shouldn't be an issue, most things in modern politics are worthless just like this debate. So be yourself, and do whatever the **** you want to.

*Horde Master Urx wanders throughout the cold, isolate cave that was once a paradise. A Goblin Paradise. He kicks pebbles around causing a dribbling echo to shatter into the distance. The repetition of water pitter-pater now a canvas within his mind, it being one of the only constant noises he's heard in months. Urx gives one more impracticable shout, forming an onomatopoeia reverberation effect inside the desolate cave.* "GOBBO BRUDDAHZ, MI NUB GRUK WHUR LATZ UT?!?!"

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My official rebuttal:

Lol, I'm completely right brained, trust me. Just because I can completely BS a graph doesn't make me a math geek.

I just realized I could make a lot of witty comebacks using graphs.

100% Real statistics, from years of data research

1. Do you have swag? 2. Antag is gross? 3. Honest opinion of me? 4. How much swag do I have? 5.swag? 6. Why didn't you answer my question yet?

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I won't share my story with said person, but it wasn't pleasant. Good bye.

The suns rays dawn upon the lighthouse, like exterminator gas encumbers a now decaying mouse. Slowly but surely, the lighthouse gets filled with light, as my eyes breach open. I could sleep longer, but why should I? Why waste more time? Even though by this point all my time seems to just desolate away. I attempt to embrace the inner lighthouse, it truly is beautiful. Paintings coat the walls, the orchestral music emanating from my alarm clock, synchronizing perfectly with the singing birds. As the large window gets filled with light, the swaying grass is the first thing to catch my eye. The willow trees by the lake come second, the small leaves plunging into the lake creating a canvas of ripples in the water. All this surrounds me, yet the loneliness remains, masking all the joyful emotions that surround me. I finally emerge from bed, gradually making my way downstairs. Every day is the same routine, and every day I think I will see her waiting for me down here. She used to always wake up a half hour early, to get started on breakfast. Only one out of a million little traits that made her perfect. However, she is never here, and that striking realization is what makes me afraid to wake up every morning. My hunger does overpower my emotions, so I trudge onwards, snatching up some bacon. As the bacon sizzles, tears begin to develop in my eyes, why do the most mundane tasks remind me of her. Everything Reminds me of her, at least everything in this lighthouse does. The chair embraces me as I sit down, its comfort making me forget temporarily. Writing usually eases the pain, and it is my job so I mine as well start now. I ponder and ponder, but no words come to mind except grim ones. It is strange how the hapiness that lay within the confines of your body can be so difficult to bring out. There was a euphoric man inside me once before, if only I could bring that back. The words simply cannot come to mind, so I shall forget about my career for one more day. Sleep is the one natural escape, you simply forget about anything. Sleep is where dreams come to life, weather the dreams be elated or hideous it doesn't matter, because it is merely temporary. So the natural conclusion that appears in my mind is to simply sleep more, solving everything. I struggle to find my goal however, the depressing loneliness now filling my thoughts. A peaceful man at heart may be able to sleep in a deadly abyss, yet one who is clustered with thought and emotion cannot sleep in a comforting bed. Yet I carry on, swaying about, throwing the covers around. My physical comfort isn't the problem, but an onlooker might think it from my fluctuation. I finally force myself to get up, the bed only making the empty void in my heart larger. I sluggishly approach the sizable door. Examining the door up and down foolishly, why can't I just leave. I feel as if I exit the lighthouse, all my memories of her will fade away with the wind. My memories with her are worth a plethora of my current lives. I rather stay in this lighthouse forever with my beautiful memories, then slightly alter inner sadness. Yet there seems to be some outlandish force driving me to open the door. My hand grasps the door handle, as half my body battles to scurry back to bed. Pain, and built up anger intensifies in me as the inner being drives me to escape, all of my minds logic now being turned upside down. "Get out!" something deep in me screams, I make feeble attempts to shadow this voice, but it is too persistent. A scream howls out of me like a rabid dog, as the door slams open! Freedom... Freedom now encompasses me! I fall down exhausted, with an uncontrollable laughter. I've won, the demon within me has been decimated. I peer around across my surroundings, to a bystander I would appear quizical, but really I have never been more knowlagable of my situation. I continue mad laughter, as I lie in tall grass, the starlight reflecting off the ground. My eyes purge open, light surrounds me now. Did I really fall asleep with no struggle? The wind breezing through my hair, the birds chirping in the sky. I hear a happy orchestral peace, yet I am outside with no alarm clock. The music is simply created by the inner peace within, all this forming an otherworldly immersion. I don't know how long it has been since I have felt this way, I never counted the days, weeks, months. Be gone are the hermit days, a new coming of age is to happen. Of coarse the thought of her will always be sad, but no longer am I completely embarked in this thought. No, I am far gone from that prison. I slowly erect my self up, stumbling forward. Who knows what is to happen next, but there is one thing I do know. No matter what happens, I will be happy. (This isn't the edited version btw)