Your belching is not speech.
Your perspective is too narrow; your concerns, too broad.
You are obviously brilliant.
Your logic hiccups from false premise to invalid conclusion.
The barrel is full of fish, but you've managed to hit the barrel.
You have enviable amounts of free time.
You are a gnat, a mosquito, a tsetse fly, Erebomyia exalloptera.
A field goal is no touchdown, no matter how far you kick it.
You expect the moon to howl back.
Your words are a limp balloon, impossible to enjoy, impossible to puncture.
I wish I weren't you.
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