There's a lotta stuff I won't even pretend to understand... like a fascination with anything Nazi... invariably accompanied with a light dusting of anti-semitism. It's a strange dynamic... a marathon slew of childish insults interspersed with clumsy homo-erotic flirts.
If only it wasn't so boring and repetitive. If there was a little bit of wit... or even some sort of lesson. Of course, out there in troll-world, the single, invariable constant is an emphasis on output, an unending flow... rather than, say... lucidity. Apparently, more is always better.
It's just so strange to realise that I have a more or less permanent lease on that big empty space between some peoples ears.I guess that's how it works for all these cowardly little fanboys. I can't imagine what it's like to try piggyback your emotional well-being on another person's life.
