My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
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every person who doesn't like an acquired taste always seems to think everyone who likes it is faking it. it should be an official fallacy.
Quick, [chat], difference between a harpsichord and a piano!
(Extra points for a small note about etymology in your answer)
A harpsichord doesn’t have hammers, right?
I do know piano comes from pianofortissimo, which means loud/quiet (or possibly the reverse).
Hmm, according to wikipedia:
The word piano is a shortened form of the word pianoforte, which is seldom used except in formal language and derived from the original Italian name for the instrument, clavicembalo [or gravicembalo] col piano e forte (literally harpsichord with soft and loud). This refers to the instrument's responsiveness to keyboard touch, which allows the pianist to produce notes at different dynamic levels by controlling the speed with which the hammers hit the strings.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
Quick, [chat], difference between a harpsichord and a piano!
(Extra points for a small note about etymology in your answer)
A harpsichord doesn’t have hammers, right?
I do know piano comes from pianofortissimo, which means loud/quiet (or possibly the reverse).
Hmm, according to wikipedia:
The word piano is a shortened form of the word pianoforte, which is seldom used except in formal language and derived from the original Italian name for the instrument, clavicembalo [or gravicembalo] col piano e forte (literally harpsichord with soft and loud). This refers to the instrument's responsiveness to keyboard touch, which allows the pianist to produce notes at different dynamic levels by controlling the speed with which the hammers hit the strings.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
you could give of yourself sexually to me in exchange for nothing
So, uh… not to distract, but are you named after the cult or the band?
Ps: Talk out your troubles.
Apologies for the late reply. I was feeling down so I buried myself in a book (Choke, by Chuck Palahniuk, in case you're wondering) for an hour or so before returning to the PC.
I'm named after the cult/subject of Roman worship.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
It's not. Poetism is like autism. It's a neurological defect that never fully goes away. However, it does have something approaching a cure, even in post-adolescence (as sometimes poetism is not caught in childhood where it can be expunged through beatings or other forms of parental guidance). Hardcore alcoholism and adherence to a sports-watching regimen will erase any and all lofty literary desires from your heart and mind. Begin and end each day with a shot of Jack Daniels and wash away that inky misery that your mind tries to impose on you. Think only of sports statistics, players, and teams; think of how many RBIs so-and-so hit and how much average running game a particular team had in a particular game. And so on. Divest yourself of any wordy endeavor. Challenge yourself to use no multisyllabic words. Fetter the mind so it no longer hunts for that which it wants: You control it, now, and let it know its place as slave to the flesh instead of flesh being slave to it.
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SarksusATTACK AND DETHRONE GODRegistered Userregular
edited December 2008
Guys I need to buy an old-fashioned flip alarm clock, with the flippy numbers. They must still make them.
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Scholarship to study in Europe for one year. Made it four months before some German assmunch apparently gave her his phone number and she decided she was going to just go out with him and forget about me. She didn't even have to really break up with me; our only line of communication was Skype, so she just blocked me on there and proceeded to whore herself out to someone she'll most definitely turn her back on just as easily, secure in her knowledge that when she gets back here I'll be away at college and she can get some fucking jock to take her to prom like she was always bitching at me to, thus allowing her to screw me over while never ever having to actually talk to me about it.
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
wait. res wasn't dating this girl?
edit: ahh.
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took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
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My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
you could give of yourself sexually to me in exchange for nothing
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
The irony here is that in our relationship I was never the one with a fear of confrontation.
My problem is that I don't look like a model and I don't care because I've never actually met anyone that doesn't bore the shit out of me after a short while. Like I would make an honest effort to slim down or something if I thought that maybe someone out there in the world could ever match up to the amazing person I am but nobody can. I'm in my own little world of amazingness and I look around, eye-level, and see no one. I see nothing. It is desolation. It is emptiness. It is a world forlorn, forgotten, barren. It is just I. I am King. I am God. I am ALL. And that is the problem, isn't it? I will not fuck my way to happiness by lowering myself to a world that is not and will never be equal to me. But I will eat its cheeseburgers, which placates me at least for a while.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
You could produce art, or literature. Expressing your creativity is so much more valuable to society than working in some dead end job, despite how some choose to characterize art as trivial.
That's assuming that you follow my line of thinking.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
You could produce art, or literature. Expressing your creativity is so much more valuable to society than working in some dead end job, despite how some choose to characterize art as trivial.
That's assuming that you follow my line of thinking.
I’ve been thinking about it, but I don’t feel like I’m a creative person. I kind of wish I were a writer, but I’m bad at writing and have no motivation to improve.
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
The irony here is that in our relationship I was never the one with a fear of confrontation.
If after your relationship is over, you're crudely insulting the other person and everyone they associate with, it is a good thing your relationship is over.
My troubles? You could say that I'm feeling more or less "in need of inspiration". I desire a muse. Someone to whom I could dedicate myself with fervor. Someone to, perhaps, love.
I want to feel wanted, desired. I want to be someone's mutual addiction.
This is all terribly sappy and the feeling waxes and wanes like the tides. I'm already feeling a bit silly for saying all of this, but I don't think it's going to go away.
Better than not saying anything and just sitting on it.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
You could produce art, or literature. Expressing your creativity is so much more valuable to society than working in some dead end job, despite how some choose to characterize art as trivial.
That's assuming that you follow my line of thinking.
I’ve been thinking about it, but I don’t feel like I’m a creative person. I kind of wish I were a writer, but I’m bad at writing and have no motivation to improve.
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
The irony here is that in our relationship I was never the one with a fear of confrontation.
If after your relationship is over, you're crudely insulting the other person and everyone they associate with, it is a good thing your relationship is over.
Clearly.
Though, the guy she decided to cheat on me with is hardly "everyone they associate with."
My favorite person is probably leaving for school right about now. Hurrying along to giggle away her class time with whatever eurofag she decided a short-term fling with was worth eviscerating our three-year relationship over.
Emo cat is emoooooooooo
OH MAN
What could possibly have made her ignore a catch like you?
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
The irony here is that in our relationship I was never the one with a fear of confrontation.
If after your relationship is over, you're crudely insulting the other person and everyone they associate with, it is a good thing your relationship is over.
Clearly.
Though, the guy she decided to cheat on me with is hardly "everyone they associate with."
So you had a long-distance relationship with this girl that involved sex before she went to school in Germany?
Because it seems like most people here are under the impression that this girl was just a friend. But you're saying she cheated on you. So I assume you had some kind of long-distance relationship thing?
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AlectharAlan ShoreWe're not territorial about that sort of thing, are we?Registered Userregular
edited December 2008
Is there a better trivia video game than You Don't Know Jack?
Man, pretty much every person that hangs out in [chat] is either way smarter, way more creative, way funnier, wittier, clever, you fucking name it, than me.
I'm tired of all you talented, self-deprecating, fucks coming in here whining about how much you suck. Chances are, you're pretty awesome. At least more than most people. So cut out all the loathing out already.
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AlectharAlan ShoreWe're not territorial about that sort of thing, are we?Registered Userregular
Man, pretty much every person that hangs out in [chat] is either way smarter, way more creative, way funnier, wittier, clever, you fucking name it, than me.
I'm tired of all you talented, self-deprecating, fucks coming in here whining about how much you suck. Chances are, you're pretty awesome. At least more than most people. So cut out all the loathing out already.
better looking too.
Proto on
and her knees up on the glove compartment
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
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If I ever get to be your secret satan I'm buying you a case of those.
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
Maybe she missed Res' clever signals that didn't look like signals except to a girl who was looking for signals.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
Hmm, according to wikipedia:
A piano hits them.
the new DA in the county I'm working in sorta looks like Harvey Dent to me
like if harvey dent grew his hair and beard out
he just won an election this year
it's uncanny
to me anyway
If there's anything that screams 'go get em tiger!' it's a bowl cut.
the "no true scotch man" fallacy.
My issue in life right now is that I feel like I’m just a leech on society, always taking and never giving anything back. I don’t know how to fix my problem either.
It's not. Poetism is like autism. It's a neurological defect that never fully goes away. However, it does have something approaching a cure, even in post-adolescence (as sometimes poetism is not caught in childhood where it can be expunged through beatings or other forms of parental guidance). Hardcore alcoholism and adherence to a sports-watching regimen will erase any and all lofty literary desires from your heart and mind. Begin and end each day with a shot of Jack Daniels and wash away that inky misery that your mind tries to impose on you. Think only of sports statistics, players, and teams; think of how many RBIs so-and-so hit and how much average running game a particular team had in a particular game. And so on. Divest yourself of any wordy endeavor. Challenge yourself to use no multisyllabic words. Fetter the mind so it no longer hunts for that which it wants: You control it, now, and let it know its place as slave to the flesh instead of flesh being slave to it.
Thanks. I happen to like those.
Maybe we should do a Secret Sandy Satan in June.
Scholarship to study in Europe for one year. Made it four months before some German assmunch apparently gave her his phone number and she decided she was going to just go out with him and forget about me. She didn't even have to really break up with me; our only line of communication was Skype, so she just blocked me on there and proceeded to whore herself out to someone she'll most definitely turn her back on just as easily, secure in her knowledge that when she gets back here I'll be away at college and she can get some fucking jock to take her to prom like she was always bitching at me to, thus allowing her to screw me over while never ever having to actually talk to me about it.
wait. res wasn't dating this girl?
edit: ahh.
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer
I love you.
Let's go to a quiet forum and fuck like bunnies.
Easily the best fish.
The irony here is that in our relationship I was never the one with a fear of confrontation.
You could produce art, or literature. Expressing your creativity is so much more valuable to society than working in some dead end job, despite how some choose to characterize art as trivial.
That's assuming that you follow my line of thinking.
Oh man, I read the bottom part first and I was like "damn, that setup makes no sense with that punchline".
And so I continue to float.
If after your relationship is over, you're crudely insulting the other person and everyone they associate with, it is a good thing your relationship is over.
it's really good.
pursue that
Clearly.
Though, the guy she decided to cheat on me with is hardly "everyone they associate with."
So you had a long-distance relationship with this girl that involved sex before she went to school in Germany?
Because it seems like most people here are under the impression that this girl was just a friend. But you're saying she cheated on you. So I assume you had some kind of long-distance relationship thing?
I assert that there is not.
Battle.net
black dynamite trailer
You Don't Know Jill, NC-17 Edition?
I'm tired of all you talented, self-deprecating, fucks coming in here whining about how much you suck. Chances are, you're pretty awesome. At least more than most people. So cut out all the loathing out already.
Pathetic. I expect better, flameheaded jew, get with the program, your people are supposed to be the funny ones.
Battle.net
Sol: Hope you can find your way through.
How long in years has that been? Also, what a bitch.
better looking too.
took out her barrettes and her hair spilled out like rootbeer