I confess. I learned my lesson. This place is like Cheers, everyone knows your name. I've been here for over 6 fucking years. That's a long time. Here there are hundreds of people, moving in and out. Hundreds of topics. Millions of posts. I can't even read half the crap i wrote a few years ago. And we're all here for no real reason. That's the great thing. Most boards are part of some webpage, so people go to the boards to kiss ass or show how cool or hot they are. Too cool. Where as we have no reason to be here. We follow the life of a mostly depressed piano playing guy in NY who drinks a lot and never talks to us. What is that? Try explaining it to someone. It's crazy. It's perfect. |
Sorabji Crusade 2001. |
It's interesting to compare ethoses of different message boards. |
And fuck I've changed, not necissarly because of the board, but it probably had a hand in it somewhere. |
I should be there, not here. |
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Interesting looking board, though |
what, you want religious discussion Spidey? Is that all you want? bring it. nevermind what message board i was talking about. It's every message board. Almost. And might i also add that this here layout suits me just fine as well. I never thought i could get used to Comic Sans as a font, but now it looks like home. And there's no boxes. And no signature lines. And no goddamn goddawful personal icons. No registration, no passwords, no moderators, no politics, no ads. Black. White. Words. No bullshit. *sob* I love you guys. I was a fool to stray. let's all hug. C'mon now.... |
all other formats are condusive to incessant slobber. that post on that other board couldnt be more boring spider. |
and i thought the other board was interesting. we've had similar dicussions here, though. with more bad words and anal schluping. some fucking song bird is making a hell of a racket outside. i'm going to go shoot it with a pellet rifle. |
clutter clutter clutter. where's the love? |
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WHOOOOOOOOWEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! |
but this one is more... . . . real. |
goddamnit. i didn't shoot the bird. |
it's strange. last week it was mr. t. |
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