I’m a man. Does that say enough? I’m an angry, unpleasable, selfish soul that feeds off the innocence and desire of others, harboring vengeance and wrath of the guilty. I’ll portray a demon wid sharp blades, ugly face; with a huge mass casting shadows over your hope and dreams. I love with a curdled heart of cursed blood neither black nor of gold. I live free and take my pain with a zest to die that only life provides. I follow no religion or government, for they would fear my simple structure. I am my own mind’s architect and I work at a constant pace expanding a dungeon in the darkest reaches and a sky scraping tower in the brightest heavens. I believe in everything minimal and beautiful. you r asking for do i smoke cigarettes, shame sailors with my cursing and chase my vodka with wine? I reside in northest part of my dreamy kolkata where my dreams are far from reality and my youth fades at an increasing rate so I force an enjoyment of ever reaching for the truth. I am Tanmoy, king of my own kingdom, i know its rather small to ur imaginations, but i am happy with my
sovereignty.
I am an ISTJ. Look it up if you want some insight about me. Wikipedia ftw.
I understand how scissors can beat paper, and I get how a rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock. Is paper supposed to magically wrap around rock and leave it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. A rock would tear that shit up in two seconds. When I play Rock, Paper, Scissors, I always choose rock. That way, when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you, you asshole."
