What scares me most is I strongly suspect we are hungry even before we are born.  That's why we come to life, because we are hungry and also need to breathe which is a big habit that's hard to break even after we're dead..  On the surface it seems we don't need to breathe when we're dead, but we do.  We need air and food all the time. Even when dead, maybe more so since we have no way of controlling the urge.  While alive we need new and improved highly advanced microscopic equipment capable of going all the way in so we can see people's emotions after they're dead.  We want to get in deep and close so we can study what we see. Sort of like a birdwatcher hanging quiet in the bushes, high powered binoculars in hand.  Yesterday I saw a hawk in the sky - circling, hardly flapping its wings, just gliding along.  It looked like it was having fun. But it was probably just looking for food. With high powered binoculars, who knows, I might even have seen a scowl on its face.  Then again, same thing, who knows - maybe they do have fun soaring around up there. But since flying is mostly all they know I'm sure for them it's as much a chore as walking is for us. Same goes for chirping. Most people, when they hear a bird chirp they say it’s singing. How the fuck do they know that? Maybe it’s crying. Either way, crying or rejoicing, you can bet it’s hungry because those fuckers never stop eating - and shitting - and I personally don’t blame them for doing either. Yes, we are all born strictly from hunger. We are need machines, nothing more. Please understand I need you to know that.

On Saturday, January 1, 2022 at 12:38:00 AM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> What scares me most is I strongly suspect we are hungry even before we are born. That's why we come to life, because we are hungry and also need to breathe which is a big habit that's hard to break even after we're dead. On the surface it seems we don't need to breathe when we're dead, but we do.. We need air and food all the time. Even when dead, maybe more so since we have no way of controlling the urge. While alive we need new and improved highly advanced microscopic equipment capable of going all the way in so we can see people's emotions after they're dead. We want to gent in deep and close so we can study what we see. Sort of like a birdwatcher hanging quiet in the bushes, high powered binoculars in hand. Yesterday I saw a hawk in the sky - circling, hardly flapping its wings, just gliding along. It looked like it was having fun. But it was probably just looking for food. With high powered binoculars, who knows, I might even have seen a scowl on its face. Then again, same thing, who knows - maybe they do have fun soaring around up there. But since flying is mostly all they know I'm sure for them it's as much a chore as walking is for us. Same goes for chirping. Most people, when they hear a bird chirp they say it’s singing. How the fuck do they know that? Maybe it’s crying. Either way, crying or rejoicing, you can bet it’s hungry because those fuckers never stop eating - and shitting - and I personally don’t blame them for doing either. Yes, we are all born strictly from hunger. We are need machines, nothing more. Please understand I need you to know that.

Do we then also shit? I just took a huge one. I sat on the can for a long time. I was afraid it would not come out. Is there such a thing as a caesrean shit? I was afraid surgery was needed. It finally birthed. It was not big around but it was the longest turd I have ever shat. It was easily 13 inches if not more. Man.

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On Saturday, January 1, 2022 at 12:38:00 AM UTC-5, jazee...@gmail.com wrote:
> What scares me most is I strongly suspect we are hungry even before we are
> born. That's why we come to life, because we are hungry and also need to
> breathe which is a big habit that's hard to break even after we're dead.
> On the surface it seems we don't need to breathe when we're dead, but we
> do. We need air and food all the time. Even when dead, maybe more so
> since we have no way of controlling the urge. While alive we need new and
> improved highly advanced microscopic equipment capable of going all the
> way in so we can see people's emotions after they're dead. We want to
> gent in deep and close so we can study what we see. Sort of like a
> birdwatcher hanging quiet in the bushes, high powered binoculars in hand.
> Yesterday I saw a hawk in the sky - circling, hardly flapping its wings,
> just gliding along. It looked like it was having fun. But it was probably
> just looking for food. With high powered binoculars, who knows, I might
> even have seen a scowl on its face. Then again, same thing, who knows -
> maybe they do have fun soaring around up there. But since flying is mostly
> all they know I'm sure for them it's as much a chore as walking is for us.
> Same goes for chirping. Most people, when they hear a bird chirp they say
> it’s singing. How the fuck do they know that? Maybe it’s crying. Either
> way, crying or rejoicing, you can bet it’s hungry because those fuckers
> never stop eating - and shitting - and I personally don’t blame them for
> doing either. Yes, we are all born strictly from hunger. We are need
> machines, nothing more. Please understand I need you to know that.

Do we then also shit? I just took a huge one. I sat on the can for a long
time. I was afraid it would not come out. Is there such a thing as a
caesrean shit? I was afraid surgery was needed. It finally birthed. It
was not big around but it was the longest turd I have ever shat. It was
easily 13 inches if not more. Man.

The reason why I like you BJ is that you are into shit and poops like me. I
want you to call me soon BJ.
I want your tongue up in my ass probing for corn kernels and fun stuff.

> Do we then also shit? I just took a huge one. I sat on the can for a long time. I was afraid it would not come out. Is there such a thing as a caesrean shit? I was afraid surgery was needed. It finally birthed. It was not big around but it was the longest turd I have ever shat. It was easily 13 inches if not more. Man.

Got me feeling jealous again. I have had the long skinny ones. In fact, if it's not an outright formless dump the long skinny ones are about as close as things get to actual turds for me. Maybe the pipes narrow with age. Perhaps taking too many really great Chi-town turds over time stretches the intestines out leading to sag. Then no matter how much turd you have on deck you can't get it out because your sphincter is not strong enough to push the formless mass through the anal canal. At least that's the way I feel sometimes. I am living with it. No more doctors for me. Only if I can't breathe or I'm in really bad pain or some kind, or maybe if I suddenly go blind overnight. How about a long turd that forces you up off the toilet to make room for it to coil up? As it's pouring out in one long thin line you're sighing with deep pleasure, 'Oh yeah baby", only to suddenly feel some kind of odd warm glow inside your ass cheeks at which time you realize the turd is too long for the toilet and now you're going to need to take a fucking shower.

Ollie wrote:

> Do we then also shit? I just took a huge one. I sat on the can for a long time. I was afraid it would not come out. Is there such a thing as a caesrean shit? I was afraid surgery was needed. It finally birthed. It was not big around but it was the longest turd I have ever shat. It was easily 13 inches if not more. Man.

You're making me jealous again . I have had the long skinny ones. They just don't come out all the way, as if they're passing through a tight collar of some kind on the other side of the asshole. If it's not an outright formless dump, which is the norm with me, the long skinny ones are about as close as things get to actual turds for me. Maybe the pipes narrow with age. Perhaps taking too many really great Chi-town turds over time stretches the intestines out, leading to sag or protraction or whatever. Then no matter how much turd you have on deck you can't get it out because your sphincter is not strong enough to push it through. At least that's the way I feel sometimes. I am living with it. No more doctors for me. If I can't breathe or I'm in really bad pain or some kind I'll hit the emergency room. How about a turd so long that forces you up off the toilet to make room for it to coil up, but it keeps piling up like soft chocolate ice-cream on a cone. As it's pouring out in one long thin line you're sighing with deep pleasure, 'Oh yeah baby", only to suddenly feel some kind of odd warm glow inside your ass cheeks at which time you realize the turd is too long for the toilet. And now you're going to need a fucking shower.

On 1/1/2022 12:37 AM, Thomas Joseph wrote:
> What scares me most is I strongly suspect we are hungry even before we are born.  That's why we come to life, because we are hungry and also need to breathe which is a big habit that's hard to break even after we're dead.  On the surface it seems we don't need to breathe when we're dead, but we do.  We need air and food all the time. Even when dead, maybe more so since we have no way of controlling the urge.  While alive we need new and improved highly advanced microscopic equipment capable of going all the way in so we can see people's emotions after they're dead.  We want to get in deep and close so we can study what we see. Sort of like a birdwatcher hanging quiet in the bushes, high powered binoculars in hand.  Yesterday I saw a hawk in the sky - circling, hardly flapping its wings, just gliding along.  It looked like it was having fun. But it was probably just looking for food. With high powered binoculars, who knows, I might even have seen a scowl on its face.  Then again, same thing, who knows - maybe they do have fun soaring around up there. But since flying is mostly all they know I'm sure for them it's as much a chore as walking is for us. Same goes for chirping. Most people, when they hear a bird chirp they say it’s singing. How the fuck do they know that? Maybe it’s crying. Either way, crying or rejoicing, you can bet it’s hungry because those fuckers never stop eating - and shitting - and I personally don’t blame them for doing either. Yes, we are all born strictly from hunger. We are need machines, nothing more. Please understand I need you to know that.
>
All birds are born with an inborn tracking system. They KNOW when you've
just washed your car, or when you'll be standing underneath the elevated
train wearing your best Sunday suit. This is when the 'bombers' get you.
Birds are evil and they all deserve to die. Have you seen the movie "The
Birds"? That shit was all real.
Getting to your original topic line, one better hope they're all the way
dead. Imagine being in the coffin and you are completely aware of your
surroundings but no part of your body any longer works. You can hear
everything people say, both good and bad. But you can't move a muscle or
utter a sound. You are 95% dead. The worst part would be when the
funeral service is over and they close the casket for the last time.
You're still fully aware but now you're going into the ground where you
will never see or hear anything else ever again, yet you are fully
aware. Scary thought

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Ollie wrote:

> Do we then also shit? I just took a huge one. I sat on the can for a long
> time. I was afraid it would not come out. Is there such a thing as a
> caesrean shit? I was afraid surgery was needed. It finally birthed. It was
> not big around but it was the longest turd I have ever shat. It was easily
> 13 inches if not more. Man.

You're making me jealous again . I have had the long skinny ones. They just
don't come out all the way, as if they're passing through a tight collar of
some kind on the other side of the asshole. If it's not an outright
formless dump, which is the norm with me, the long skinny ones are about as
close as things get to actual turds for me. Maybe the pipes narrow with age.
Perhaps taking too many really great Chi-town turds over time stretches the
intestines out, leading to sag or protraction or whatever. Then no matter
how much turd you have on deck you can't get it out because your sphincter
is not strong enough to push it through. At least that's the way I feel
sometimes. I am living with it. No more doctors for me. If I can't breathe
or I'm in really bad pain or some kind I'll hit the emergency room. How
about a turd so long that forces you up off the toilet to make room for it
to coil up, but it keeps piling up like soft chocolate ice-cream on a cone.
As it's pouring out in one long thin line you're sighing with deep pleasure,
'Oh yeah baby", only to suddenly feel some kind of odd warm glow inside your
ass cheeks at which time you realize the turd is too long for the toilet.
And now you're going to need a fucking shower.

Forget the shower. Get down and chow down on some fresh turd. Nothing
better than hot crap in your mouth. Does anybody else like to eat steamy
hot turds like me?

Latham wrote:

> Getting to your original topic line, one better hope they're all the way
> dead. Imagine being in the coffin and you are completely aware of your
> surroundings but no part of your body any longer works. You can hear
> everything people say, both good and bad. But you can't move a muscle or
> utter a sound. You are 95% dead. The worst part would be when the
> funeral service is over and they close the casket for the last time.
> You're still fully aware but now you're going into the ground where you
> will never see or hear anything else ever again, yet you are fully
> aware. Scary thought.

Yes, a scary thought, one I have had multiple times. Not breathing is the number one thing about death that bugs me. I can handle the rest. Besides, even if I can't handle it, what choice do I have? What choice do we have? None. Absolutely zero. Well, at least we won't have to make decisions.

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Latham wrote:

> Getting to your original topic line, one better hope they're all the way
> dead. Imagine being in the coffin and you are completely aware of your
> surroundings but no part of your body any longer works. You can hear
> everything people say, both good and bad. But you can't move a muscle or
> utter a sound. You are 95% dead. The worst part would be when the
> funeral service is over and they close the casket for the last time.
> You're still fully aware but now you're going into the ground where you
> will never see or hear anything else ever again, yet you are fully
> aware. Scary thought.

Yes, a scary thought, one I have had multiple times. Not breathing is the
number one thing about death that bugs me. I can handle the rest. Besides,
even if I can't handle it, what choice do I have? What choice do we have?
None. Absolutely zero. Well, at least we won't have to make decisions.

Tommy Joe you need to see a psychiatrist — the more I read your shit I
realize that you really are a pathetic total loser psycho 5150 — Why don't
you get a real life and stop playing on the computer all day? — Why don't
you just kill yourself and stop annoying everyone here?

Ras wrote:

> Tommy Joe you need to see a psychiatrist — the more I read your shit I
> realize that you really are a pathetic total loser psycho 5150 — Why don't
> you get a real life and stop playing on the computer all day? — Why don't
> you just kill yourself and stop annoying everyone here?

I consider it a compliment when someone says I need to see a shrink. Especially after saying, "The more I read your shit", which all by itself is a feel good moment for my mental health. My point here - and I have been wanting to say this to you for some time even though another part of me insisted on not responding at all to anything you have to say ever - my point is that you keep saying I spend all day on the computer when it's really the opposite. I spend an hour or so each day posting. I enjoy it or I wouldn't do it. When I'm done here that's about it. You are the one who lives on the machine, as proved by your instant responses any time a fresh post comes in from someone else. You are a sentry, posted by the machine, waiting, watching, hoping - and wait a minute, here comes one - is it the real Bozo, is it Thomas Joseph, is it Ollie, is it Judith? - doesn't matter, it's somebody. You spend more time on the computer than anyone I know. Any idiot can tell from the dates of your posts, how they come in almost instantaneously after others have posted. You are a bore. But maybe you can change that. Just be honest. Real honest. But I don't think you can handle it. That's right Ras - you can't handle the truth.

Bozo

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> Bozo

I always knew that you were the fake "Bozo" — at first I thought it was
Rasta Farian Mac Carty — now we all know that you Tommy Joe are the one who
is faking the bosodeniro posts.
Go to hell you asshole cocksucker bed-ridden cain styled back-stabbing evil
mother fucker.