and how does one, become an orc... from being labelled a troll, when... not buying a **** of butter, a pint of milk, a dozen's shack of carrots, a dozen of eggs... and three irish ciders in a supermarket? oh... right... ****'s sake! wake up! own a pet tarantula you ******* *****! cats are so autistic, and 20th century! and women friendly! blaaaaaaaah! and then... "funny"... suddenly died; me? oh i was waiting for that to happen, hence my clinginess attitude... i kept telling them: i'm about to revise the blank page i'm about to revise the blank page i'm about to revise the blank page... they listen? nope... orc bypassed the troll, bypassing the goblin... and... oh ****, no hey, but hey presto! i'm not even trying... i hate trying... trying is... trying... when it arrives from an authenticity of, competent reactionary... something, or other... yeah... i'm really gagging for the marching orders... a dog barking in the night tells me: crock-****... why would i decide to understand dog barking... as, being... more informative to... whatever spew is about to arrive from the attention seeking ******? the dog is barking again... i'll put my faith in that... i've lost any ability to trust my fellow man... sorry... no... no: is the new now... can't do it... let's revise... keep up with the graffiti... there are... internet trolls... which are... the extended... interaction with internet goblins... me? oh... sure sure, internet identity politics... moi? internet orc... what's that? dunno... a casual variant of the sort of societal formality, without any uninhibited & depersonalized internet interaction to mimic societal standards?
i made a spelling mistake! ****! i know i 'ave!
obviously the meme: internet orc would prevail over the already exhausted cultural spew / slur... designating a troll...
an internet orc... is a new breed... die edelbarbar... far from superior... i just, "forgot" to leave any comments.