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Submitted by Mr J (View user info) at 2005-05-30 14:42:57 EDT
The following will not be intirely read by anyone here, or so I believe. If you manage to skim your way through it all, I would LOVE to hear some reactions on it.
Most of this writing occured during phases of no sleep, and at the darkest hours of the night, during some depressing times in my life. It's all just a collection of thoughts and opinions, spread out into words. Enjoy-
-J
Early-ass morning, August 4, 2003
I lie here in a state of blind confusion: waking dreams, sleeping contemplation. Finally, my inner-most thoughts become my reality as I change the future as I have yet to discover the truth of it. God, what a wonderful thing. Now if only everyone else only believed it was me after all. I shall smite you all, Josh damn it.
Given enough time, all manipulation shall fall into place. Only the strong of mind shall be able to enforce it however. For I have been bestowed this sacred gift of travesty. Never will I speak of the will which follows my word. The unpredictable future lies predicted, but only within the light of my eye.
How can I truly be happy, when happiness is only a state of mind at any given moment? I have my ways. Who would have thought that you would inspire me to do so much with nothing? This is my mind and my body, yet you intrigue it so very much. The things that you do will never be forgotten as long as I remember them. Some say that is a good thing, some say that it is bad. Please don't fuck me over.
Change is such a dreadful idea. Not having control over everything torments my spirit. If only I could perfect my ability to have power over every which circumstance, would I be pleased. You can keep your surprises, just make sure that they go along with my schedule though.
Being close to you churns my imaginary soul. I long for you when you are not near, but long to get away when you are. Could you just keep in a distant eyesight? Maybe that would do the trick. Damn your pickiness, damn it. If you really loved me, you would try harder to be loved. Try and escape all you want, prissy girl. You can run, but never hide because my mind controls you. Every path you could ever take will lead to me. Accept your non-existent destiny and just go with the metaphorical flow. If you trust me, you will be taken care of. Don't believe me? Well then, you have never trusted me, now have you? Just leave me alone from your bickering and let me enjoy my bread and water. I have had a hard day of sleeping and your exhaustion annoys me.
Who isn't materialistic when we are all made from material? I need this, I need that... You need to shut up and just stop your bitching. I almost feel sorry that you don't have what you want, except for the fact that I don't. If I have you and you have me, then that is all that we'll ever need. Still confused? Then read the paragraph above. Again.
Solitude is the most enjoyable company you can find. Who needs judging friends and indecisive girls when you can relax with a nice conversation with yourself. I am the most agreeing person I know; I never contradict myself. Yes, it is confirmed, we both agree with that. By the looks of it, I seem to have always enjoyed playing with myself more than with others. It just seems so much more rewarding. Go figure.
My thoughts finally rejoice as life once again revolves in it's perfect little circle of hoaxed fate. Nothing but a looping roller coaster that I should have been able to predict long ago. At least now I have a partner along for the ride. What more could I ask for? This someone who pretends to care while receiving their own benefits in the process could only be great, right? Punch me in the face, for I am naïve. I've been through all this before, yet I yearn to embark upon it once again. When will I learn? Let's hope never, because I seem to enjoy the ride. From the responses I get, she enjoys the good ole ride too. Happy days are here again; or am I just back in the happy days? Either way, sleep is fun. I will go do that now.
Early-ass morning, August 5, 2003
Life improving, strangers confusing, why does everything come in groups of three? Faces awakening, treacheries fading, this seems to finally be my break. How I have waited so long for things to possibly fall into place. Nothing is a guarantee, and I realize this, but I want it to work out so badly. Certain prospects of my life are so rewarding, so promising, how can I alter their paths to differ from the choices in which I have made already? I need not prior pain nor happiness. I need new, I need now, I need you.
I've been told that friends are our chosen family. I don't want friends, nor family at this point. I want more than that. I want an everlasting lifetime of enjoying my second half. I want to share my many future events with myself, just as another being. I want to run home to myself in search of comfort. I want to become one with her, and only her. For then, shall my life become whole and my emotional being to evolve. I suffer for this moment. I die every day, waiting for her to join my quest. Until this day arises, I rest within my own soul, building upon my strength in hopes that everything will be perfect.
Pure pain is knowing that you had something; really had something, and then screwed with fate. Fate is obsolete none-the-less, but still. Having a wonderful thing fall into your lap, then throwing it away eats at my spine. I lose the sleep that I had not earned because of it. Seldom do I appreciate anything, but instead treasure nothing. Am I doomed to a life of solitude and loneliness? I am starting to believe that I am now. Where is that person to sweep me out of my rut? Who can ever rescue me from my own dark fate? When will I learn and change myself because of it, when I dread change so very much? Why do I keep repeating the same horrible mistakes time and time again? I do it because I like consistency and the ability to predict my own future. How will I succeed within myself with all the restrictions that I have set upon my existence? I need you, whoever you may be, to liberate me from this agony of a reality. I need to be someone else. I need to have you here with me, every step of the way. I need you to guide me with your optimistic glow. I need you to take me away from this place, to somewhere far away from this mindset. Please hurry, and I will be forever in your debt.
I wait here now. I await my new beginning to my state of being. As I sit here patiently, I doubt my very purpose of an existence. Hopefully, you will relieve me of all my worries. You will prove my doubts to be irrelevant. You will show me how things were always meant to be. You will be here, and never leave again. You will be mine. Until then, however, I sit here motionless, thoughtless, just waiting; waiting for that day.
Some point between August 11, 2003 and August 12, 2003
A journey embarked upon just as soon as I finish it. Having thought after thought fill my absorbing mind drives me to insanity. Feeling this darkness inside of me being yanked out as slowly as could be. Having my emotions whisked within my brain. Running in circles, crying tears of non-emotion. When will all this craziness end?
Crying faces in the dark. People running as fast as they can to nowhere. Fake smiles, pretending to be someone your not. Why does it all exist in this place and time? Why can't everything be normal to me? Things are never normal to me. They can be normal to you for all I care. You mean nothing anyways, so go screw yourself.
Alcohol is great. Period.
Drunken stupidity brings out true intelligence. What kind of drunkard spoke that of which he did not truly believe? Damn those drunk people, they should all be emailed to Korea. Drunk people and those damn little bugs that crawl inside your ears and eat your brain. Koreans can deal with that kind of stuff. Stupid Koreans. Damn those Jews.
Have you ever worn underpants on your head? I have. You will never be as comfortable as when you've worn underpants on your head. It's great, especially when you're a superhero at the time. When the day arrives that adults will follow the trend, I will wet my bed in rejoice.
Anyways, back to reality, or the thought thereof. No, there is no reality at this point of night; just idiócracy. I'll let myself go now.
Morning, August 17, 2003
The stale stench of laziness fills the air. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, yet the bills keep on trucking. Life takes it's toll, just one daylight session at a time. It is the nighttime hours where the real glory takes it's place. The night, what a marvelous time to socialize and relax. When else are you expected to accomplish nothing but do it anyways?
Whoodie-who and la-di-dah. No sleep make me go crazy. It's a trip none-the-less, so who cares anyways? Project isolation 2003 is coming, just you wait. A separate world from your reality, just the two of us. What goes on down there stays down there. Let's leave it at that though.
Everything is revolving. Another day, another dollar... *fucking dollar*. I'm just one step closer to my death, but no one bothers to pay any attention. Poor me.
Sleep, work, eat, play. Enduring the same conformity each and every day. We learn nothing, yet become more comfortable with our predictable little lives. What's the fun in the lack of change and excitement? Quit your job, don't sleep, eat too much or not at all, keep busy. That's when the real enjoyment begins. Welcome to the life of Josh. Let's have a round of drinks over here. Don't worry, it's on me.
Late-afternoon, August 25, 2003
Treachery and trust seem to operate hand-in-hand these days. Sure, you can trust someone for as long as you allow yourself to, but only to uncover the truth behind your misconceptions. Behind every fake smile, every forged loyalty, lies a treacherous fiend. Such a glitch in the English dictionary. Friend minus the 'r' equals fiend. How true it is though, how true it is.
No one ever admits that they will turn on you later down the road. To do so would be undreamed of. People pretend to be your buddy, your partner, someone you can count on, but nevertheless, always end up betraying your trust. So where can one turn, you ask? The answer lies within your lack of a soul. No one is truly reliable nor dependable, with the slight exception of you. Sometimes even that doesn't hold true. People are selfish and self-absorbed. No one can be trusted, but without trust, who are you as a person? The everlasting spiral of contradiction continues, even after you stop caring. Sink into the midst of deception if you may, but never forget how bright the light really shines.
For years on end, people come and people go. Has anyone ever bothered to make an effort of commitment? Of course not. To forge a lasting relationship with someone seems to steal from their own happiness. No one can be perfect forever, but I'd rather they never began to from the get-go. My (absence of a) god, the adjectives that come to mind when I think of all of you. Let's play nice and keep our derogatoriness to ourselves. Hear me now and believe me later, it will be better that way.
As the sun forms it's shape over the polluted horizon each and every day, I convince myself to interact with those in which I despise during the following fifteen hours. Then I get to wake up the next day and do it all over again. But those few times, however, when I don't sleep for days and it turns into an extremely long period of other people's ignorance, those days are what convince me of how good I actually am. Seeing how arrogant, obstinate, redundant, and ignorant people are, proves to me that I don't need them anyways. I am more than happy to just live my secluded little life and work for the best. To do or think anything else would be ludicrous.
My head-spinning slows as I realize that I must again rely solely upon my mastery of manipulation and mental seclusion. To keep all aspects of everything out of the grasps of those in which I look down on is genuinely what keeps me going about my limited life. No one knows what I think, how I feel, or how I work. When they inquire, I manipulate them into confusion. This, my unwanted friends, is the ultimate plan... or so I'll have you believe...
Late-afternoon, August 25, 2003
Treachery and trust seem to operate hand-in-hand these days. Sure, you can trust someone for as long as you allow yourself to, but only to uncover the truth behind your misconceptions. Behind every fake smile, every forged loyalty, lies a treacherous fiend. Such a glitch in the English dictionary. Friend minus the 'r' equals fiend. How true it is though, how true it is.
No one ever admits that they will turn on you later down the road. To do so would be undreamed of. People pretend to be your buddy, your partner, someone you can count on, but nevertheless, always end up betraying your trust. So where can one turn, you ask? The answer lies within your lack of a soul. No one is truly reliable nor dependable, with the slight exception of you. Sometimes even that doesn't hold true. People are selfish and self-absorbed. No one can be trusted, but without trust, who are you as a person? The everlasting spiral of contradiction continues, even after you stop caring. Sink into the midst of deception if you may, but never forget how bright the light really shines.
For years on end, people come and people go. Has anyone ever bothered to make an effort of commitment? Of course not. To forge a lasting relationship with someone seems to steal from their own happiness. No one can be perfect forever, but I'd rather they never began to from the get-go. My (absence of a) god, the adjectives that come to mind when I think of all of you. Let's play nice and keep our derogatoriness to ourselves. Hear me now and believe me later, it will be better that way.
As the sun forms it's shape over the polluted horizon each and every day, I convince myself to interact with those in which I despise during the following fifteen hours. Then I get to wake up the next day and do it all over again. But those few times, however, when I don't sleep for days and it turns into an extremely long period of other people's ignorance, those days are what convince me of how good I actually am. Seeing how arrogant, obstinate, redundant, and ignorant people are, proves to me that I don't need them anyways. I am more than happy to just live my secluded little life and work for the best. To do or think anything else would be ludicrous.
My head-spinning slows as I realize that I must again rely solely upon my mastery of manipulation and mental seclusion. To keep all aspects of everything out of the grasps of those in which I look down on is genuinely what keeps me going about my limited life. No one knows what I think, how I feel, or how I work. When they inquire, I manipulate them into confusion. This, my unwanted friends, is the ultimate plan... or so I'll have you believe...
Late evening, August 29, 2003
Delusional dreams and a far worse reality. Irritation evolves into submission; this forsaken conquest becomes non-worthwhile. Bobble-heads and café lattes define today's society. What ever happened to individuality and the journey to be unique? Damn those rebels who conform to be different. Damn those who yearn to be the same even more. Damn everyone period. People suck.
The inner-child deep inside the mind supports the man in which it produced. Why is it so inappropriate to act childish when we are all children pretending to be grown up? We can't control the instincts in which dictate us, no matter how hard we try. We need to succumb to our dreams and let everything else just fall into place.
Corrupt illusions and transparent wishes fill this life with lies and deceit. Everything is just a false truth or an empty promise, just to please you until your next confrontation. When will all the games end and people just live their short, unimpressive lives? I'm tired of dealing with the unmentionable and thinking the unconceivable. Time to retreat into the vast emptiness of my mind again. Go figure. I'm still the only person I can trust.
Tedious, treacherous hoes. Pleasant at times, horrid all the rest. What do I take on that? Well, I don't take. I just keep putting myself through this pain in hopes that it'll get better or that I'll just learn. I doubt either will happen, and that scares me. The only mistake that I continue to make but never opt to change. Is that ignorance? Maybe, but I can accept that. After all, ignorance is bliss.
For way to long have I sat back and watched. Watched you run, play, ruin your life. For way to long have I watched you jerk everyone back and forth to suit your own interests; playing with people's minds and emotions in that little craft way you do it. It's time for a change. A change from this wonderful place you call earth into a dark realm of which consumes your being. A place where people don't give a shit, where everyone is like you... just looking for the next chance to walk on someone to get a bit ahead. Where you're going is the worst of all places. No one cares what you think or how you look. They'll all know who you are and why you're there. You've been bad, why yes you have. Now that i've had enough, I'm moving you there kicking and screaming. Feel the heat, the pain, the sorrow that you have since thrown at many others. You're done, and by all means, worthless.
Where did all the fun go? When did summer vacations end and grueling work in the heat arrive? Where did my innocence go? My childish ways? Why doesn't anyone come over to ask if I can come out and play, rather instead just ask to bum a cig. Where are all the days at the beach, the trips to the park, the sports, the popsicles, the clowns and bikerides? Where are the guys, the girls, the trolls, and the jakes? Where's the poor life that was the best life I could ever dream of? Where's the grilling, breaking and entering, kool nick's moom, and FUN kyle? Where's the long nights of gaming, ashbary's when it was actually worth going, and target stock? Why is it that the best things in life always seem to dissapate and the horrible aspects stick like glue? Moreso, why does no one want this again? Why can't we all get together and imitate/pretend that we were still there, at least for one night? Just pass up all the 9-5, the crap friends who just use you for shit, and the crazy tedious, controlling, compulsive girls who think we owe our lives to them just because they do us the favor by spreading their legs. Get rid of all that bothersome shit and have fun again with no worries in the world. Isn't that what each of us really wants anyways? To be worry-free and have fun with the people who we really enjoy being around? Fucking america, the only place where you're free to do exactly as society tells you. praise the lord, that fucking bastard.
User Reviews
Submitted by podium (user info) at 2005-10-19 02:02:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hello thee
tell me what it means to thee
i aint never seen it
never even heard it
heard it was a burden
hey you're stuck at hurdman
now i believe its comin kickin where i kick it at
jack's pimped out black AND GRANNIES SMOKIN CRACK!
SHAVE YOUR PUBES, MUTHAFUCKA!
Submitted by Darshiscool (user info) at 2005-10-19 01:26:51 EDT (#)
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SUCKS
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-08-29 17:53:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by NSFW (user info) at 2005-06-14 22:49:44 (#)
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unreadable.
Submitted by electrictoothsyndrome (user info) at 2005-08-28 18:34:16 EDT (#)
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Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-08-28 17:43:06 (#)
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oh wow that's gay.
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Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-08-28 17:42:53 (#)
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very gay
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Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-08-28 17:42:22 (#)
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gay
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Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-08-28 17:42:15 (#)
Ranking: -2
You wanna be immature and type, "gay" on every post cause you're that immature? Ok. You have a lot more posts than me.
oh yes: gay
Submitted by checkyourmail (user info) at 2005-07-12 21:40:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I stopped after "early ass morning."
Seriously, what the fuck man. You are an asstarded ass licker for that one.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2005-07-12 21:12:59 EDT (#)
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Suck a limp emo cock you fucking cuntrash.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-07-12 21:05:20 EDT (#)
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your meaningless opinions are far outweighed by your ignorance.
ps: i love how you care so much about me and my posts, that you continue to visit. thank you for your support.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-21 20:57:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Seems like everyone else has picked up on what an utter jackass you are.
Way to avoid responding to anyone's criticisms by simply attacking them.
Do me a favor and call me "immature" for the 14th time. I love that.
DICK
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-15 07:46:55 EDT (#)
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unreadable.
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go grab a tissue and cry to someone who cares.
Submitted by NSFW (user info) at 2005-06-14 22:49:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
unreadable.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-14 22:27:38 EDT (#)
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"Since when was it your job to make judgements on what's perfect or not?"
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Oh i dont know... maybe since I was BORN and had an OPINION.
I choose to vote any way that i want to... who are YOU to dictate how every person votes? If that were the case, then it wouldn't be voting to begin with, now would it.
Feel free to eat my asshole, you beligerant fool.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2005-06-12 22:49:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 18:55:11 (#)
Ranking: 0
went around and gave bad ratings for being jealous?
wow, isn't that a bit presumptiuous? It's nice that you make uninformed assupmtions based upon nothing.
Here's an idea: Maybe I had my own reasons. And maybe, no piece of writing is perfect and should be rated 2.0
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You're a fucking idiot. Since when was it your job to make judgements on what's perfect or not? As far as emotive, engaging writing goes Bickerstaff is the best here and deserves that top spot, not for some talentless fuckstick to come in as if he's the New York Times Literary Review and make undeserved retaliatory ratings.
Fuck you in your mouth, dickpuppet.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-12 22:23:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Johnathan_Brains (user info) at 2005-06-12 16:33:30 (#)
Ranking: -2
What are you talking about? This didn't happen to you! It's morons like you who make Friendly's a bad place.
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wow, you're a moron. everything written here came out of my head in the middle of the night. If you want to be a complete ignorant asshole, by all means, feel free.
Submitted by Johnathan_Brains (user info) at 2005-06-12 16:33:30 EDT (#)
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What are you talking about? This didn't happen to you! It's morons like you who make Friendly's a bad place.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-09 01:11:20 EDT (#)
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wow, nothing but childish ignorance comes out of your mouth. All you have is insignificant, immature, and unintelligent thoughts being typed out. You need to find whatever dignity, pride, and self-esteem you THOUGHT you had, and get a clue that I really dont give a shit what you have to say one way or another. You're just some complete stranger on a website, and if you think that means something, well, shouldn't we all just feel sorry for you. Obviously what I've typed out has affected you, even if it's just pissed you off. How does it feel, to know that I hold that sort of power over you? To keep you returning to this page to read what I have to say? If you truly thought it was shit writing and didn't care, well then, you wouldn't have come back even a SECOND time. Way to not only put your foot in your mouth, but set up a comfy home for it there....
dumb bitch.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-08 20:39:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
You know, I was just re reading Bickerstaff, and I was reminded of what a
total jackass you are.
I hope you go back there and read what people are saying about you.
How's that writing coming along?
Oh, right, sorry I asked. I just remembered, you write for shit.
DICK
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 22:53:08 EDT (#)
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my fault. replying to you just held no importance, nor my attention at the time.
You are too worthless to care about.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-02 21:27:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Got a little stutter there, cowboy?
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 20:47:14 EDT (#)
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I'm I'm so pathetic, and so envious... well, that still doesn't solve the question of why your stupid ass keeps coming here.
That fact alone, proves you are a complete idiot.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-02 19:19:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
All that vitriol you spew just makes you sound more envious.
Circe can write circles around you in so many ways it's sad.
But apparently you are the great equalizer of uber, and feel that you have to ruin a perfect score because "no piece of writing is perfect." If Bickerstaff and Circe aren't the same person, and I suspect they are, but if not, I would love to see Bickerstaff knock you out.
Look, I'm sorry that you're a lousy writer, really I am. But it doesn't mean you should go out and hack at other peoples scores just because you feel unappreciated.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 18:55:11 EDT (#)
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went around and gave bad ratings for being jealous?
wow, isn't that a bit presumptiuous? It's nice that you make uninformed assupmtions based upon nothing.
Here's an idea: Maybe I had my own reasons. And maybe, no piece of writing is perfect and should be rated 2.0
Before you open your cocksucker, learn to mind your own business and that you cant control other people, only yourself.
If you dont learn that, life is going to kick you in the teeth.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-02 17:47:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
you want to know what it comes down to?
You went around and gave bad ratings to people who are much better writers than you are, simply because you are jealous.
And you call me immature.
I feel sad for you.
Seriously.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 13:18:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Stop, you're getting me all turned on...
Guys like you who live in their imaginations are always such a sad comment on society-
how we've robbed men of their warriorhood so they need to replace it with video games and violent mental wonderings... Don't be sad. You really are a victim, so shouldn't feel like it's your fault.
But all those daydreams you've had of doing crazy kung fu on all the bullies who've terrorized you over the years don't make you actually CAPABLE of doing it you know. All your rape fantasies, while they are disturbing in a Collombine sorta way, just make you seem more alienated and sad. Maybe you should try a musical instrament. I hear marching band is always looking for guys like you.
By the way, that long black coat you wear doesn't hide how overweight you are. See? I'm trying to help here...
Look back and count how many times you've called me "immature." I think you might want to look that word up before you use it again. You're just making yourself look bad.
Imagionation? Daydream? Fantasy? ...hahaha think what you want.
All I have left is to buy that 'long black coat', become 'overweight', and join the 'marching band'.
Although you're comments are short by nature, they really are quite enjoyable and exquisite when they do occur.
Oh, and I love how I'M the one full of hate, when you've done nothing but played into my argumentative nature with your spiteful remarks. Congrats on being so narrow-minded. Look at the big picture without all your teenage angst, and gain some perspective.
Quite some strong opinions from a member of only 9 days..... go figure. Leave it to the kids to speak their ignorant minds...
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-02 13:10:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Stop, you're getting me all turned on...
Guys like you who live in their imaginations are always such a sad comment on society-
how we've robbed men of their warriorhood so they need to replace it with video games and violent mental wonderings... Don't be sad. You really are a victim, so shouldn't feel like it's your fault.
But all those daydreams you've had of doing crazy kung fu on all the bullies who've terrorized you over the years don't make you actually CAPABLE of doing it you know. All your rape fantasies, while they are disturbing in a Collombine sorta way, just make you seem more alienated and sad. Maybe you should try a musical instrament. I hear marching band is always looking for guys like you.
By the way, that long black coat you wear doesn't hide how overweight you are. See? I'm trying to help here...
Look back and count how many times you've called me "immature." I think you might want to look that word up before you use it again. You're just making yourself look bad.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-02 02:02:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
on the contrary, it seems all you can come up with is premonitions based upon the past. This is what tells me how truly pathetic you really are. You have no basis for any sort of decision that you make, but instead, you try to justify it with immature references and metaphors. Hey kid, step down from your high horse, learn some damn respect, dignity, pride, and grow the hell up, because you are quite the immature one.
oh yes:
You're the kinda girl who would had said no?
I'm the kind of guy who would have followed you to your house, raped you to get you pregnant, spread around how much of a dumb whore you really were, beat the shit out of you a few times, sold your body to a few other guys every saturday, then took your bastard child when you had it and would proceed to drown it in the bathtub, while you're tied up to watch. Then of course, I'd slit your writs and watch you bleed to death, fondling you as you lost conciousness.
But hey, that's just the kind of guy i was.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-01 19:37:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
one more thing...
you write like an emo 14 year old.
you probably wanted to ask me out in school, but you were right to think I would've laughed at you.
But now you're all grown up, acne gone, pale flabby jelly rolls replaced by taught muscle right?
uh huh.
how's that 11th level warrior coming along?
DICK
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-01 19:03:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Then do it, instead of coming here.
Once again, you're actions and speech are one step ahead of your intellect... or lack of.
I'm a dick? Thank you.
In that case, keep your ignorant self off my pages. I have much better things to read that don't possess as much immaturity as your short spurts.
Here's a suggestion: Go 'hang out' with people that 'know' how to write, and stop coming here and proving yourself to be intellectually challenged.
Oh yes, and in cased you missed it:
*You're a dumb bitch who thinks you can make a complete stranger jealous/immitaded, by saying you're gonna 'hang' with other complete strangers? Wow, I've never SEEN any less maturity in a person. Grow up, and get a fucking life, dumb whore.*
lol. buh bye.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-01 17:38:47 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
you so want a piece of this.
sorry, pansy, i'd rather hang with snark, a guy who can really write...
or thecaes, or glall, or any number of ubers who can form complete sentences...
just in case you missed it:
DICK
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-01 16:43:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
yes, i'm fully aware that you are a dumb bitch...
there's no need to further convince me.
ta ta
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-06-01 16:05:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
so you read bickerstaff, and still gave a -2?
Same with circe?
DICK
Submitted by williamson (user info) at 2005-06-01 00:56:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Admittedly I didn't read it all... but (if it is truly your own personal musings) it takes balls to put it up on a site read by hundreds.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-06-01 00:37:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-05-31 22:23:13 (#)
Ranking: -2
I didn't read this but from the sheer volume, it looks like you're probably a mess-a-thon.
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I'm calm and collected enough that I don't rate other people a -2 without even reading the material....
Way to lose all forms of respect there, as well as prove yourself to be an utter idiot.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-05-31 22:23:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I didn't read this but from the sheer volume, it looks like you're probably a mess-a-thon.
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-05-31 22:02:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
wow gina, aren't YOU intellectually stimulating.........
dumb whore.
Submitted by gina (user info) at 2005-05-31 17:59:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
dick
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-05-30 19:36:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
you suck!
i hope your dog dies!
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-05-30 15:52:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Flashes of insight.
Mostly confused.
There's individual ideas, a sentence or two here and there that could be spun out into better work.
Like I said though, mostly confused and most of it should be scrapped.
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2005-05-30 15:45:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Late-afternoon, August 25, 2003
Treachery and trust seem to operate hand-in-hand these days. Sure, you can trust someone for as long as you allow yourself to, but only to uncover the truth behind your misconceptions. Behind every fake smile, every forged loyalty, lies a treacherous fiend. Such a glitch in the English dictionary. Friend minus the 'r' equals fiend. How true it is though, how true it is.
No one ever admits that they will turn on you later down the road. To do so would be undreamed of. People pretend to be your buddy, your partner, someone you can count on, but nevertheless, always end up betraying your trust. So where can one turn, you ask? The answer lies within your lack of a soul. No one is truly reliable nor dependable, with the slight exception of you. Sometimes even that doesn't hold true. People are selfish and self-absorbed. No one can be trusted, but without trust, who are you as a person? The everlasting spiral of contradiction continues, even after you stop caring. Sink into the midst of deception if you may, but never forget how bright the light really shines.
For years on end, people come and people go. Has anyone ever bothered to make an effort of commitment? Of course not. To forge a lasting relationship with someone seems to steal from their own happiness. No one can be perfect forever, but I'd rather they never began to from the get-go. My (absence of a) god, the adjectives that come to mind when I think of all of you. Let's play nice and keep our derogatoriness to ourselves. Hear me now and believe me later, it will be better that way.
As the sun forms it's shape over the polluted horizon each and every day, I convince myself to interact with those in which I despise during the following fifteen hours. Then I get to wake up the next day and do it all over again. But those few times, however, when I don't sleep for days and it turns into an extremely long period of other people's ignorance, those days are what convince me of how good I actually am. Seeing how arrogant, obstinate, redundant, and ignorant people are, proves to me that I don't need them anyways. I am more than happy to just live my secluded little life and work for the best. To do or think anything else would be ludicrous.
My head-spinning slows as I realize that I must again rely solely upon my mastery of manipulation and mental seclusion. To keep all aspects of everything out of the grasps of those in which I look down on is genuinely what keeps me going about my limited life. No one knows what I think, how I feel, or how I work. When they inquire, I manipulate them into confusion. This, my unwanted friends, is the ultimate plan... or so I'll have you believe...
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All bad things come in threes...
Submitted by JHoersten2 (user info) at 2005-05-30 15:05:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
you think i gave a shit about grammatical errors at 3 AM when I haven't slept for 3 days? Way to be a complete moron and not pay attention to the intro text. Do us all a favor and swallow sewing needles.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-05-30 14:55:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
early - ass?