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This is a question that warrants thorough testing before we reach a conclusion. I'll be setting up a methods guidebook soon.
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First, 10 pounds of the most advanced tech from the distant future - I'd assume that most tech would be databased, so I'd use that knowledge to guide my choices for the remaining 40 pounds.
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Rupert Murdoch, Ayatollah Khamenei and the Iranian Guardian Council, Justice Alito, Justice Roberts, Justice Scalia, Justice Thomas, Rush Limbaugh, and African warlords would all be really attractive and logistically difficult targets, and I like to think of myself as an overachiever.
Serial killers most often have little improvisational thought and some lack the ability for higher logic. However, if I still possessed my ability for solid reason, I would likely maintain a fluid stance towards methods. Nitrogen-based explosives are cheap and available, as are nicotine and lethal doses of other drugs. Given that I still retained my capacity for reason, I would stick to alternating between low and high-profile kills and fluidly change my methods and locations. Ten lobbyists dying of mixed poisons over a period of weeks is likely to register little compared to even a small and deathless explosion in a public place.
If I did possess some deeper, desperate need to kill, I would select my targets as the producers of harmful industry and attempt to subtly shape the course of human destiny by eliminating the cancerous. So basically Kira. -
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Measured in metric, or in choking sounds?
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Growing up in Geismar (about 30 minutes south of BR) under two conservative parents left me pretty sexually tied up as a kid. Sex in the missionary position with a white girl and a condom was a pretty liberal notion, and dating a tiny asian girl was a crazy notion to me in high school, especially given the fact that my equipment doesn't exactly fit smaller containers.
Then I started DJ-ing in college. I played everywhere from country bars of Florida St. to seedy gay bars down College. I spent months going home with different people every/every-other weekend. I slept with a lady in her late 30's, with a chick so massochistic that she screamed at me to beat the crap out of her - which I did (still don't know how I feel about that), have banged about every ethnicity, gone without protection frequently, and as an attractive DJ exposed to the 'gay community' have had crazy and sometimes awesome experiences with the gays.
It's miraculous that I'm disease free, but through my resume of placing my dick in everybody's everything I came to the realization that notions of sexual identity are almost as restrictive as the notions that I grew up with were. -
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Yes. I do think that I can write better music than Lennon. I think that right now, even under the best circumstances and with the best resources - it'd be pretty close. But that's primarily because I don't think much of Lennon's music. As for McCartney, you're absolutely right. The dude's a friggin' monster.
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When I was younger, I would have said "evil" simply for the fact that it's just so deliciously fun to feel the hot, shivering rush of ecstasy in your blood when being truly devious, truly vile, deeply vicious towards someone who had earned it. But as I've gotten older, I've come to appreciate the almost sexual satisfaction of doing the harder thing. The refutation of that ecstatic rush of that comes with sating my naturally vicious tendency towards a perceived enemy is incredibly hard - a denial requiring that power of will produces a rush of equal proportion.
Feeling that raw desire; the brother of craving the skin, the shape, the supple perfection of another, feeling that thin veneer between self-defined moral action and splashing through the throat of another is nearly-intoxicating. It's a beautiful mix of the animal and temperance that satisfies me in ways that the barbarism of lesser evils could. -
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Say "fuck you bitches, you're boring, I'm out"; create a new Universe and populate it with interesting forms and expressions of power outside of my control, others capable of similar power and creativity, and spend either eternity experiencing the endless possibilities of limitless power; probably with long periods of hibernation to give myself a break from thinking.
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I haven't, and I don't think that I could. I only have a brother, and I can't honestly say what would have happened had I been given a sister or female cousins, simply because I've never had one. I've never been one to give a fuck about social constraints - all my fucks are used up dipping my wick into soft places.
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I seek the Grail.
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Edward Cullen. He's just so dark and loving and mysterious. He's dangerous, but won't hurt me because he loves me. Really gets my man-juices pumping. =l
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San Antonio. I've been to pretty awesome places, but San Antonio will always have a special place in my heart.
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Great. We've got multiple matts. Picking out the real one will be like a racist Where's Waldo.
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I'll be sure that you get your recount, matt.
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Joseph Clark
Baton Rouge, LA
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