what is the best answer you can come up with to this question?

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Answer 1

dude are you fuking with my head? =p

Answer 2

I can't come up with the best answer. I thought for awhile, but the best answer didn't come to me. I did, however, come up with the 2nd best answer. I also came up with the 3rd and 4th best answers. I thought I had the best answer, briefly, but then I realized that it WAS the best answer, but to a different question. If it will help, the best answer to the other question was: No. I heard somewhere that there are no stupid questions. That information was obviously wrong.

Answer 3

what is the best question you can come up with to this answer?

Answer 4

The best answer I can come up with is the one you would give the thumbs up to most.

Answer 5

Give me the question and I'll do my best to give you an answer worth reading.

Answer 6

Difficult

Answer 7

The best answer I got for you is that I just earned 2 points while you did not. Hahahahahahahahahahaha

Answer 8

I get two points and around 3 'bad answer' votes just like everyone else. Not bad.

Answer 9

My best answer would be that you need some help, dude.

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Answer 10

In pondering this, I am reminded of the ancient poet Lord John Wilmot, author of the famous poem "Upon Nothing"...

Upon Nothing
Nothing, thou elder brother even to shade,
That hadst a being ere the world was made,
And (well fixed) art alone of ending not afraid.
Ere time and place were, time and place were not,
When primitive Nothing Something straight begot,
Then all proceeded from the great united—What?
Something, the general attribute of all,
Severed from thee, its sole original,
Into thy boundless self must undistinguished fall.
Yet Something did thy mighty power command,
And from thy fruitful emptiness's hand,
Snatched men, beasts, birds, fire, air, and land.
Matter, the wickedest offspring of thy race,
By Form assisted, flew from thy embrace,
And rebel Light obscured thy reverend dusky face.
With Form and Matter, Time and Place did join,
Body, thy foe, with these did leagues combine
To spoil thy peaceful realm, and ruin all thy line.
But turncoat Time assists the foe in vain,
And, bribed by thee, assists thy short-lived reign,
And to thy hungry womb drives back thy slaves again.
Though mysteries are barred from laic eyes,
And the Divine alone with warrant pries
Into thy bosom, where thy truth in private lies,
Yet this of thee the wise may freely say,
Thou from the virtuous nothing takest away,
And to be part of thee the wicked wisely pray.
Great Negative, how vainly would the wise
Inquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise?
Didst thou not stand to point their dull philosophies.
Is, or is not, the two great ends of Fate,
And true or false, the subject of debate,
That perfects, or destroys, the vast designs of Fate,
When they have racked the politician's breast,
Within thy bosom most securely rest,
And, when reduced to thee, are least unsafe and best.
But Nothing, why does Something still permit
That sacred monarchs should at council sit
With persons highly thought at best for nothing fit?
Whist weighty Something modestly abstains
From princes' coffers, and from statesmen's brains,
And Nothing there like stately Nothing reigns,
Nothing, who dwellest with fools in grave disguise,
For whom they reverend shapes and forms devise,
Lawn sleeves, and furs, and gowns, when they like thee look wise.
French truth, Dutch prowess, British policy,
Hibernian learning, Scotch civility,
Spaniard's dispatch, Dane's wit are mainly seen in thee.
The great man's gratitude to his best friend,
King's promises, whore's vows, towards thee they bend,
Flow swiftly to thee, and in thee never end.

Answer 11

Here is your broken character, the one left of heaven
Scissors cut him from the page, example
continue to re-map to retrace the steps, touch me
The hemorrhaging has ceased, has ceased

And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip
And I swallowed myself sick, And I inherited my health
And I inherited my health

Here is your wake and smile, that you seem to need
The safe and the touch, and the unweave
Right where you placed it the night before
Saint checks in to make sure
you're right where you say that you are
right where you are

And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip
And I swallowed myself sick, And I inherited my health
And I inherited my health

and i couldnt have seen, all these pictures of me
but i needed to, i need to, but i needed to

I Couldn't find a better way
Couldn't find a better way

And I swallow these capsules, to regain my grip
And I swallowed myself sick, And I inherited my health
And I inherited my health

and i couldnt have seen, all these pictures of me
but i needed to, but i needed to I
Couldn't find a better way
Couldn't find a better way
Couldn't find a better way'ayay