Ice Cream Jonsey wrote:Maybe we're hating ourselves, maybe we're hating one another I don't know really. All I do know is we've got a good amount of the most dangerous motherfuckers on the whole Internet. Not this fag flame war shit, but getting Miggs to swallow his own tongue because he threw cum in Jodie Foster's face kind of dangerous.
See! We used to get posts like this all the time. Posts that took more than a second to type into the display. I liked those posts.
Holding the time googling Migg's name and exactly how he commited suicide, that was a few seconds of post.
(The) Dwarves wrote:Three seconds is all I need
Three seconds is all I take
Three seconds of pure disaster
Two hits to blow me away
Three seconds you'll burn in hellfire
Three seconds you'll fall in love
Three seconds you won't go slowly
Three seconds is almost up
Three seconds of bumpin' clangin'
Three seconds of wasted youth
Three seconds there's no denying
This thing that's coming to you
Three seconds the pain and pleasure
Three seconds the morning light
Three seconds is simply forever
Or maybe until Saturday night Three seconds
That always rings true for me.
pinback wrote:Maybe it's that.
(Except for Worm, but he's like, what, 12?)
Moving on to what exactly? I mean if Howard Stern (a fine example of the working man with a happy and well balance life if I ever saw one) has time to post on a message board how the fuck is this board all consuming of one's life? If moving on is telling yourself that getting of JCBBS is going to really change your life you're a motherfucking dumb cunt, dipshit, glue sniffing, knife raped, needle nosed, ass faced, shit stained fist, donkey lips, cube headed moron. Maybe I'm moving on into a paradise or cesspool, maybe where I am is a paradise or a cesspool, I really don't give a shit. Every fucking person (In America at least) carts themselves around in automobiles, with popular media pounding on their skulls, with some sort of idea of self importance in either being needed or being a "strong link" in a weak chain that no one appreciates. Ride the public bus, violate the expectations, starve and freeze to death outside a fucking seven eleven stained with your own piss and shit, but don't be a fucking American Worker Consumer Codependant Relationship Fag, please.
I mean I'm here going to community college 19 years old living with my mother and not getting laid whatsoever. Maybe I do hate myself, maybe I do hate everyone else, but I sure haven't noticed yet. I'm going to try to get a job and not die. Maybe I'm not capable of caring, maybe I'm severely fucked up, but at least I don't wear fucking jelly bracelets and candy necklaces.