by Dorian » Thu Oct 18, 2012 10:19 pm
I would never donate that stuff to a children's hospital. Most of this stuff is retro and they wouldn't be interested in it, let alone be able to actually appreciate it. The modern stuff would be destroyed by them in a second. You obviously have no idea how children hospitals work. They want durable toys that are easy to use. Maybe some of my stuff would find some use for teenagers at an oncology clinic or other place where you are sustained for a long time, but I still wouldn't donate any of my current stuff to anybody in a hospital because something like that would be a hollow gesture. People like that need real friendships and real goals, not stupid shit like 2 hours of video games per week under surveillance. Used gaming stuff as a donation? Get a fucking grip.
You haven no idea about what you're talking about. As usual.
Plus, as it stands, I am the one in need of charity. Shut your useless mouth and use the cash you actually have to help somebody instead of building this pathetic circus. You have more than plenty of options in your homeland.
This is my last post so I don't care what happens here afterwards, but I do want to say that Riku, MiTT3NZ, Ryudo and QWERTY™ are simply off-putting with their boorishness and insensitivity and I can't be in a place that houses such individuals. I came back only because Henry asked me to, but since he himself went away, it's even more obvious that I should leave. Leaving is actually a pleasure at this point.
The motorway won't take a horse
The wanderer has found a course to follow
The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine
Oh no, not me
The circus girl fell off her horse and now she's paralysed
The hitchiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside
The libertine is locked in jail
The pirate sunk and broke his sail
But I still have to go
I've got to go, so here I go
I'm going to run the risk of being free
The magicians secrets all revealed
And the preachers lies are all concealed
And all our heroes lack any conviction
They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction
So I've got to go
I've got to go, so here I go
I'm going to run the risk of being free
And in this drought of truth and invention
Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention
So we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except:
"Bow down, bow down, bow down to your god"
Then we hit the floor
And make ourselves and idol to bow before,
Well, I can't
And I wont
Bow down
Anymore
No more