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For reasons familiar to most, I think the great appreciation of this place is the openness and spirit of play and pushing boundaries right up to the nut, and I think that works within each forum to the strongest degree. That was the hope, and, ...the "reservoir tip" of a staff of shock absorbers to contain the enthusiastic overflow in those moments...
/That said, there are turds, and pre-Jacks, and first-rodeoers who can't help sneeze bolognese on the chessboard where grown men come in their sometimes precious off-moments to fall away from day's dust of the soul, to what was once a shower and something you thought you might look nice in, a shave, some tunes on the way to see who was who, and what's going on at your spot. You spot, maybe a silhouette of a ponytail in a nice dress making her best night too. Instead of bar fights, a lot of us wake up safe. But there be "demons". From the Greek, meaning "sort of like a fucking demons,' or "ahhh...perfectly fine and then Petroclas has his shit in his hand." roughly translated.
There are turds everywhere, and sometimes turds even mean well and are not malignant. a clip comes to mind I will post later maybe on request for requester. I just wanted to say. Someone said something nice to me in the darkness, and it sank like a stone in the sea. Tried to reply, on a deleted thread. I'm not the Wizard of Oz, I can't do what he did, ya know, different. The Monkey's Paw of playing with dead shit. ...to resurface an accolade from a friend. ...probably look like a little self serving homunculus. So with just slightly more/less thought. I figure anyone who's read this far, ...don't shit on the theme, give your bestie a work reference. ...or if you're lazy a word, an image, an anecdote, a thought, a booyah.
"condensed version" - say hey to the true ones in some way, here or elsewhere, who you don't because it's become life-implied.
/That said, there are turds, and pre-Jacks, and first-rodeoers who can't help sneeze bolognese on the chessboard where grown men come in their sometimes precious off-moments to fall away from day's dust of the soul, to what was once a shower and something you thought you might look nice in, a shave, some tunes on the way to see who was who, and what's going on at your spot. You spot, maybe a silhouette of a ponytail in a nice dress making her best night too. Instead of bar fights, a lot of us wake up safe. But there be "demons". From the Greek, meaning "sort of like a fucking demons,' or "ahhh...perfectly fine and then Petroclas has his shit in his hand." roughly translated.
There are turds everywhere, and sometimes turds even mean well and are not malignant. a clip comes to mind I will post later maybe on request for requester. I just wanted to say. Someone said something nice to me in the darkness, and it sank like a stone in the sea. Tried to reply, on a deleted thread. I'm not the Wizard of Oz, I can't do what he did, ya know, different. The Monkey's Paw of playing with dead shit. ...to resurface an accolade from a friend. ...probably look like a little self serving homunculus. So with just slightly more/less thought. I figure anyone who's read this far, ...don't shit on the theme, give your bestie a work reference. ...or if you're lazy a word, an image, an anecdote, a thought, a booyah.
"condensed version" - say hey to the true ones in some way, here or elsewhere, who you don't because it's become life-implied.