Gary lost his power base as Psyche Nurse
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Too bad your weren’t around in the 60s like you alluded to before. I am sure you would have shocked or given an od quite a few people.Nothing like being a little touched while pretending to know whats wrong with everyone else. I always thought these people were worse then the people who couldn’t help it Power freaks. Gossip queen Hypocrite. Go give yourself 22 drugs jerkoff and can you take Elliott and phil with you. .
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Gary hasn’t lost time, he is given med advice in moderated. Maybe they can ask how do I get to wish someone to die and take meds at the same time. Wow how cute
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Too bad your weren’t around in the 60s like you alluded to before. I am sure you would have shocked or given an od quite a few people.Nothing like being a little touched while pretending to know whats wrong with everyone else. I always thought these people were worse then the people who couldn’t help it Power freaks. Gossip queen Hypocrite. Go give yourself 22 drugs jerkoff and can you take Elliott and phil with you. .
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Now you are saying I’m homicidal. So we have psychotic AND homicidal AND grandiosity (power base? I never said – or thought – anything like that) You present as such a hard-case, but when somebody tells you about yourself (as Queen Latifah said … "…. I think these people need to be TOLD about themselves!" you don’t seem to cope with it very well. Typical of pretense, whose main purpose is to cover a lacking or false identity. I lean toward lacking, in your case. It’s probably not entirely your fault though. G
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I give med advice, within legal statute limitations, in the grocery store. Do you talk to people in the grocery store Steve? Do they talk to you? Do you talk to yourself? lol. sorry, I just can’t help it sometimes, you make it so easy.
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Heck Gary I deal with things, but to me the puzzle is not about talking about someone. i didnt come here to rant about anyone. I was talking ideas and I still do. I think for anxiety and manyissues its most important to deal with what causes it and to over come it. I over react sometimes but in the long sense of things. I dont poison people , I don’t wish harm on people, and I think I am rather adjusted ok for someone who has dealt with allot.. I certainly think I am less probable to get in trouble outside or to have a relapse then some here are but that makes no difference in the end. I will call them like I see thm. I sense you know more about others then you know about yourself ok? Or I should say you might like to think you know more about others ..
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Now you are saying I’m homicidal. So we have psychotic AND homicidal AND grandiosity (power base? I never said – or thought – anything like that) You present as such a hard-case, but when somebody tells you about yourself (as Queen Latifah said … "…. I think these people need to be TOLD about themselves!" you don’t seem to cope with it very well. Typical of pretense, whose main purpose is to cover a lacking or false identity. I lean toward lacking, in your case. It’s probably not entirely your fault though. G
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Steve, the only kind of power that I have is "personal power". That is just my own term, but for those who need exacto defining, it is a combination of charisma, expertise, ability to persuade, knowledge (shared), and genuine interest in other people’s lives with the hope of helping them. I use this "power" in every aspect of my life, including this tiny one, the internet/usenet. As to a "power base" there is not one here (Elliott described it well, as anarchy – thus by definition there is no real power structure). Since there is not such a "power base", it not here to gain, or to lose. Thus I have lost nothing, except the three minutes it took to type this. G "Power is everywhere, because it comes from everywhere" – M. Foucault
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Go give yourself 22 drugs jerkoff and can you take Elliott and phil with you. .
i’ll see yer 22 and raise ya 3 and a 6 pack’ah PBR. and can i go with him too????? i always WAS one’ah tha guys, yanno. ~t
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Gary hasn’t lost time, he is given med advice in moderated. Maybe they can ask how do I get to wish someone to die and take meds at the same time.
OH OH OH OH ::RAISIN’ HAND:: I KNOW THISSUN… ::squirmin:: can i answer???? oh good, thanks ! take a LOTTA meds and die is tha key. Wow how cute
not if they’re YER meds they busted out on ! (not cute a’tall !) ~t
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I so BADLY want to post an answer here, but it would violate ALL ethics and morality, and it would just be totally and utterly wrong, so I will not do it. Gary
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – Gary hasn’t lost time, he is given med advice in moderated. Maybe they can ask how do I get to wish someone to die and take meds at the same time. OH OH OH OH ::RAISIN’ HAND:: I KNOW THISSUN… ::squirmin:: can i answer???? oh good, thanks ! take a LOTTA meds and die is tha key. Wow how cute not if they’re YER meds they busted out on ! (not cute a’tall !) ~t
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I so BADLY want to post an answer here, but it would violate ALL ethics and morality, and it would just be totally and utterly wrong, so I will not do it.
tanya said: not if they’re YER meds they busted out on ! (not cute a’tall !)
i didn’t mean YER meds, i meant "yer" in general meds and since you don’t wanna violate all ethics and morality, looks like i gotta do it for ya. Gary is thinkin’….. WHO CARES HOW THA FUCK YA DO IT, IT AIN’T LIKE YER GONNA BE STICKIN’ AROUND TA HEAR JUDGEMENT CALLS FROM YER FRIENDS !!!!! and don’t take 22 meds, that’s a waste of good drugs playin tha catalyst to "good riddance ta bad rubbish" it ain’t even as if ya got FRIENDS ! ….so go ‘head’n JUMP ! …and i… i mean "HE" (Gary, of course) ain’t just quotin’ van halen. ~t-money (gary’s press agent)
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Now you are saying I’m homicidal.
ya can’t have ’slaughter without ‘laughter’ So we have psychotic AND homicidal
(were you in tha psych ward wimme? i heard one of tha two way too much.. and i ain’t psychotic.) AND grandiosity (power base? I never said – or thought – anything like that) You present as such a hard-case, but when somebody tells you about yourself (as Queen Latifah said … "…. I think these people need to be TOLD about themselves!" you don’t seem to cope with it very well.
(it IS his first day, chile.) Typical of pretense, whose main purpose is to cover a lacking or false identity.
well based on THAT… it AIN’t my first day ! i do that allah time. (am i goin’ skrait ta hell?) I lean toward lacking, in your case. It’s probably not entirely your fault though.
WHEW ! it’s yers… seeeeeeeeeee? i make everything all about me, that is how insecure i am. i cover it well with extra added doses of insecurity tho, cleverly disguised (in person) as CON-FI-DENCE ! ~tanya (soooooooooo shy)
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Damn, where’s that off switch of yours???
you volunteerin’ for that ever so intimate search? send yer pic. (along with yer shoe size) ~tanya
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Damn, where’s that off switch of yours??? you volunteerin’ for that ever so intimate search? send yer pic. (along with yer shoe size) ~tanya No I’ll pass, WIGGER’s aren’t my type. 
dead-on description
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No I’ll pass, WIGGER’s aren’t my type.
As you insult me so readily and with such ease, with no knowledge of me whatsoever. amazing and quite sadly i’m sure your gaping, tartar-encrusted penis receptacle that you call a mouth is quite embarrassing to your family. they don’t wanna hear your cock-holster or see your man-pleaser flapping. i thought it was sweet when your youngest mentioned that daddy’s milk was saltier than mommy’s milk, (she claims to be your child in order to avoid wrapping her little lips around you poor excuse for man meat through the prison bars. (even though they’re sad that you’re one load mommy never got rid of). Your mother confirmed that when she took a breather each time the train of mexicans switched up… it’s easier to understand her between cocks being shoved in her mouth, but mexicans are polite. they take turns. Is that why they accept you are a puss-filled cyst in the colon of society since i’m sure your children (or those you claim… especially the one that sucks the neighbor’s dog’s of daily) are quite comfortable with knowing the last time you saw a piece of ass was when your finger slipped through the toilet paper. your parents are scum, and you are doing a most exquisite job of following in their footsteps. may i plug my laptop into your modem socket? (isn’t it amazing how small they make them these days.) oh, and please …. have your people call my people…. let’s do lunch ! i’ll settle for water. i’m a cheap date when i’m subjected to one eating the peanuts out of chocolate … lucky for you, the doggie dropped it. (why do you still sit on your daddy’s lap and why is he always sniffing his fingers?) my friends all wanted me ta ask. oh, you’re not interested in wiggers? (i’m sure your sisters are glad ta hear that. merely hearing the term they invented brings back the putrid aroma that excuded from the hood everytime they lubed yer ass. i’m sure yer NOT interested in something you wore out for’ah crack rock… i hear yer crackin on tha new blood now ! (ain’t no joy like tha butt of’ah little boy, eh?) and OH ! ya luv ta watch’em strut…. so why ya tellin me bout yer lack’ah interest in wiggers… so it lost it’s pizazzzzzzzz…. shit happens, dude… but please … i’m not interested, tell it to tha cows yer milkin…yanno, the ones ya gulp dry with no hands? (yer so talented.) you must really like me ta share that kinda information ! yeowwwwwwww ! badddddd memories…..
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No I’ll pass, WIGGER’s aren’t my type. dead-on description
oh, ANY description’s dead on when yer hidin’ like a little bitch boy… show yerself, gimme yer phone # and street address… let’s see what yer made of when yer standin toe ta toe with the object of yer affection. (and tha bullet hits tha bone.) or are ya scared? hehehe
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PLEASE tell me you wrote this just for me, i never knew you found me so important, i’m about ta shed a tear… i’m so overwhelmed. (oh, sorry bout em sewin ya up)… just keep touchin’ them toes, i know you can do it ! you’ve had hours and hours on end of practice… and i’m with ya, DADDY ! ::there there now…. was that so bad???? next time give it time ta shrink up bafore yer next trick, dang ! ya make me worry so…. 
– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – As I walked through that hospital door I was sewn up like a coat I got a smile from the bite of the wind Watched the fresh fall of snow I knew then that my life took a turn I felt strong and secure And with adhesive tape over my nose I felt almost demure Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco My dancing’s left you behind Goodbye, now you’re solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind Bye, goodbye Sister Disco, Now I go I go where the music where the music fits my soul And I, I will never let go, I’ll never let go ‘Til the echo of the street fight has dissolved I will choose nightmares and cold stormy seas I will take over your grief and disease I’ll stay beside you and comfort your soul When you are lonely and broken and old Now I walk with a man in my face Ooh, a woman in my hair I’ve got you all lookin’ out though my eyes My feet are a prayer Goodbye Sister Disco With your flashing trash lamps Goodbye Sister Disco And to your clubs and your tramps Goodbye Sister Disco My dancing’s left you behind Goodbye, now you’re solo Black plastic; deaf, dumb and blind
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It took you three hours to pull out the race card. LOOK be black, white, brown or green for all I care just be yourself and do alone for all I care. omgggggggg, i’m impressed … you’re keeping up with my response time ! i didn’t see a race card, but if you did, Daddy, i humbly submit to your visions… and yeah… 3 hours ain’t long when i have about 20 more hours of desktop publishing to put together with the web-o-miester i’m collaboratin’ with for my monthly magazine. wanna HEP? i could sure use it, i been up all night doin a website for my tat business AND my non-profit org. yer welcome ta work fer food… if there’s any left after MY fat ass get’s done with it ! I LOVE YOU, DADDY ! ~tanya (and my flight ta OKC was postponed taday and i’m bummed, i GOTTA get these businesses conjoined or i’m gonna lose my status as tha"ADHD/OCD/MPD/PD/LMNOP and bipolar" queen !)
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No I’ll pass, WIGGER’s aren’t my type. As you insult me so
and an angry one at that
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LOL! it’s lyrics to a fucking song bitch!
shhhhhhh, let me believe YOU wrote it JUST FOR ME !…. (and i love it when ya call me "bitch", Daddy… ::gettin’ moist:: ) ~tanya (yer squishy gurl) now kiss me ! (ya can’t help but ta love me, so stop fightin’ it!)
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You’re so cool, can I hang around with you? 
only if you’ll be muh jitterbug boy. So you’ll ask me what I’m doing here, holding up a lamp-post Flipping this quarter, trying to make up my mind And if it’s heads I’ll go to Tennessee, and tails I’ll buy a drink If it lands on the edge I’ll keep talking to you **^** tearsssssssss from heaven. **^**
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No I’ll pass, WIGGER’s aren’t my type. As you insult me so
and an angry one at that
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and an angry one at that
again, yer projection holds no water. FIRST, yer 21 years late… and now THIS ! hmmph !
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Oh Christ!
WHAT’D HE DO NOW??????? do ya ever wonder why christians wear crosses? i mean…. ain’t that like tha LAST thing jezus is gunna wanna see if he comes back? What have I got that makes you want to love me is it my body or someone I might be or somethin’ inside me You better tell me tell me it’s really up to you
I hate you some I I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to have you got the time to find out who I really am oh oh ah What does it take to get inside of your mind give me a break and take a chance for the very first time
i wanna to get up and jive I wanna wreck my stockings in some juke box dive You better tell me tell me it’s really up to you have you got the time to find out who I really am What have I got that makes you want to love me now is it my body or someone I might be or somethin’ inside me You better tell me tell me it’s really up to you have you got the time to find out who I really am
Do you want to take a chance On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby Well, come on ah ah ooh
dah dah doo, all li want to say to you.. is…. I wanna bring out the best in me and in you I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you I want to renew you again and again I am on a lonely road and I am traveling Looking for the key to set me free Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling It’s the unraveling And it undoes all the joy that could be I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun I want to be the one that you want to see I want to knit you a sweater Want to write you a love letter I want to make you feel better I want to make you feel free ::trippin tha light, fandango:: ~t
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That’s more like it. God Damn birds! Fucking bird flu or what??
one of em flu over tha kewkew’s nest…. (mock) MOCK (ing) ING (bird) BIRD (yeah) YEAH…. MOCKIN’ BIRD NOW EVERYBUDDY HAVE YA HEARD….. OH, for tha good ole days when the lyrics actually MEANT sumthin. now it’s just words…. tha lyrics? they’s passe. Oh Fuck this!!!!!
whoooooooOOOOAH.. DUDE ! i mean.. like i respect everyone’s kink… so g’on witcha bad seff ! (and stop sayin dirty words, yer goin’ ta hell.) HEY ! (good god).. JUMP BACK… kiss muhself….. diddy doo doo ti doo di do dooooo yeowWWWWWWWWWW !
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are ya scared?
terrified o wiggy one
