The exact layout has been changed, everything was oddly spaced before but I feel too lazy to fix it. Basically, the title sums up why I’m posting this. I write a lot of things that I don’t ever show to anyone, so where better to start than the internet? Show off what it is you do that nobody knnows, without having to really care much what the hecklers say, because everyone is a critic on the internet.
Whiskey, Weed, & Whackin’ it
Three nice things infect my dick
Hang my head in pride
Escape to take a ride
On a carnival of Sin
That is of course If there are smoke breaks
I’m an addict you see, I can convince you of this if I need to
A manipulator o words, and images, the likes you’ve never seen before
If you like I can teach you
But I’d rather not, I don’t like being a leader. Don’t like being a follower either
Solar roadways, hey?
This is the part Where shit gets real
It’s not that hard Magic liquid feel
Popeye needs his Daily dose of spinach to work with
I will live forever, In this life or the next. We’ll see
t’s raining today, The perfect time to stay inside
Is this getting hard to reade yet? I hope
Drunken words of a prophet.
I forget them, that’s about it.
Other’s remember, they utter
Them to me when I am drunk
I don’t remember them after
I wish I could, I’ve helped
Many with many things
I’ve said too much it makes
my head starts to ring
I just don’t recall that, I’m
The enemy is no longer America
It is a new face, invisible, yet bold
We call this sweet web of a lady
Who so seductively nibbles first
At our ear lobes then in for the kil;
Hello Hal. I will watch you again, but
Only if you like. I’ll never invade your
Privacy unless you’re breaking the law
But there’s only one way to find out if
You’re clean. We watch you, offer you
Ease of living is killing and thrilling
Every single connected infected disgrace
Of a filling, in a mouth full of rotten teeth
Who decides which ones must leave??
Who decides just when we get to breathe?
It’s nowhere anymore, all I want is a good lay
Something to tide me over, keep demons at bay
That’s all we care for, and human interaction is but
A byproduct of the human condition, find a nice girl
Or guy if you please and stick your dick right in.
Everything we see, feel, breathe, hear, hate, spit upon
Affects us, not like but not unlike karma. Knowledge is a weapon
We don’t use it anymore, for fear of it’s power against
The powers that keep us safe. If we’re safe, we don’t need to be happy
Two wrongs don’t make a right, but three lefts do.
What say you about that, capitalitist scum who
Leaves us to rot, and expects us to still pay taxes
When the ones who sit writhing in their own filth, breeding
Take over and control us all? Is it because they can’t see past their
Who is the judge of what is right or wrong, what’s wrong, and what’s three lefts?
Three, three, three, three. Such a powerful letter, the most coveted of all sums;
The threesome is ideal, the threesome is unreal but yet we chase the deepest
things that our heart can come up with, yet we combat with the part of ourselves
That wants to share that true sliver of life and hope to anyone other than our significant other
To fuck is a verb.
To fuck is an adjective.
I fucked her.
It was fucking greasy.
Something some people like to do when they fuck
Something people should always do after they fuck
When it lands on your shoe, there’s nothing left to say but fuck
Some people do it anywhere, they just don’t give a fuck.
sometimes I do this on the way home from places
Friends houses, jobs, bars, walking the dog, school
I still have her underwear, she gave it to me
I wore it while I jerked off onto her face. There
Was blood and come everywhere, I felt victorious.
This gave me a suffocating feeling.
The title was misleading.
You don’t have to be disgusting when you’re drunk
but a little more appealing.
Alcohol never made me worse
I can’t be more bad than I already am and
If this was a creative burst
I might as well be John Lennon
Very glad that someone that goes by the name “I Jesus Christ” Has something so valuable to say about this. If you don’t like it, that’s cool. I’m not claiming to be a great poet or an artist, nor is this a cry for help. I’m simply using this site the way it appears to me it should be used. :)
“It was fucking greasy” this is so low dude. Yeah, I don’t like it. The purpose of the site is to express opinions and discuss ideas with the vision of an improvement of the self and the whole. Don’t know if talking about greasy sex fits anywhere in there.
If this was true there would be real moderators to remind everyone of the rules. There aren’t even moderators that help people with real problems. It used to be like that but bad decisions made people continue connecting with others just because they aren’t shitty. It’s really not the site any more and it’s obvious.
The site started confusing the idea of freedom of speech means tolerating basically everything. That telling people their ideas are bad is somehow immoral and we absolutely cannot do it. Freedom of speech means people can say whatever they want, but people just are so afraid to put limits on it, unless it nazi-ism or sexism.
If someone continually degrades the conversations of the entire site – we don’t need to tolerate that. You don’t have to be Mother Fucking Teresa.
Some people take things to the next level of internet communication. :) And it’s really unexplainable when they make me ask the question if it’s consciously or they’re really shills or really neurotic. It’s understandable when it’s someone who actually takes care of the site, like Martijn does, but I just disagreed with someone yesterday and they said “everyone calls me an idiot here” without such thing happening. A mere disagreement isn’t spiteful but some people really put themselves on a pedestal and this can drive people away without the need of banning or moderating, and I start thinking what the site is attracting gradually now isn’t based on quality. I am finding it hard not to get pulled in by someone’s triviality and think “well, this person really has it bad, I shouldn’t be so judgmental”. Just yesterday was crazy and even though I could have started arguing with someone, the only reason I didn’t is because I consider him a fucking friend! I seriously think this place doesn’t only need moderators but good ones and stable. The site deserves better because of the message it spreads to “discuss ideas with the vision of an improvement of the self and the whole” but fluidly. It’s just a fucking shame.
Yeah, there are people out there who willingly want to bring down the quality of things – be it a website forum, a sport, a comedian (hecklers), a bar (date-rapists), etc. They exist – they are real. If we can’t get together and say “Hey, this guy/girl sucks ass, and they don’t contribute shit, lets tell them they aren’t welcome.” well, then you end up with fucking America – where we have people protesting gay funerals and shit like this. Kick them the fuck out. It has nothing to do with majority rule it has to do with the vision of these ideas – which often are majority rule.
This reminded me of a Wu tang rap (real raw/spitty/greaysy but if the whole group was depressed due to an existential crises while drinking too much, and having their rap/poetry skills halved. Sorry, although I liked the raw/spitty aspect to it, some parts were a bit twisted though.