Wow. What a steaming load of angsty duck shit!
Well, then you should start. Seriously.
Oh, we’re laughing all right, buddy.
Kobain,
be careful not to wallow in self-pity too long or you might lose your head.
I really think folks should go a bit easier on the fellow; what’s going on here is simply a bit of Niether The Time Nor The Place.
The time’s off by, say, eight to fifteen years; the place is off because this really just cries out for a blog. “Blog me,” it weeps, “blog me, and include a doleful oddly-lit and contrast-mangled brow-lowered userpic with me!” And its weeping merely bounces off your insensate hearts of stone! Go forth holding your noses and cry, unclean, unclean, thou dogs!
Er, sorry. Caught up in the spirit. But I stand by that it needs a blog.
Well, don’t offer tips on how to do it on THIS message board. We don’t want to be a party to it.
Lynn
For the Straight Dope
What is “really happening, really happening”? How about a fact? One simple declarative statement we can latch onto, instead of paragraphs full of pseudo-metaphorical dreck?
Here, I’ll even start it for you:
"I am having a really bad day because the following things happened to me:
1)
2)
3) "
Just fill in the blanks. Later, in the advanced lessons, we’ll cover “My rage burns with the fire of _____”
oMG d00d!$%!!!
FITE TEH POWWAR!!!$$!!!
U R00L!
[sub]I’m so lonely…[/sub]
All in all is all we all are…
Except for me, i’m crawling in my skin, these wounds, they cannot heal. despite al my rage i am still just a rat in a cage. Blackhole sun, won’t you come? This is how you remind me of what i used to be. Dear mama, i didn’t mean to hurt you, but tonight i’m cleaning out my closet. They rally round the family, with a pocket full of shells. Some day we’ll find it, the rainbow connection. the lovers, the dreamers, and me!
Geezus Kobain. I almost could have forgiven you for your verbal dribblings, but now you’ve set off Tars and GMRyujin as well.
Thanks very fucking much.
why do you all gotta be hating?
i just wanted to rant in peace.
clinical depression? i’ve got a lot more than that wrong with me, bucko.
Rant in peace?
On a messageboard?
With over 40,000 members?
Who range from acned 13 year olds to toothless geriatrics and every creed, colour and perversion inbetween?
Of whom not-too-many are shrinking violets, and will offer their Humble Opinion of you even if you don’t ask for it?
And you wanted to rant in peace?
“My brain, this function, is rewired and hotblocked, dysfunctioned. My sentiments come out as obfuscated, garbled silent beacons of madness.”
Apparently you all didn’t read that.
Why can’t I give you facts? See the quote. I just want you all to think that maybe things aren’t as they seem to you. Reality isn’t as you seem to percieve it, as much as you’d like to pretend it is. Look at how easily you scoff at things that can’t be easily explained. Why? Because it’s hardwired that what you percieve is all their is. This isn’t no matrix BS, this is real.
Pick a trendy subculture and stick with it, okay?
And all the kids down at the mall are soooo jealous!
Well, Kam, is it that hard to look a little deeper than what you see? They saw my words, and didn’t even try to think of what they meant. See the part of my rant I quoted.
Instead they decided to be jerks about it. How many actually read the entirety of my rant and thought about it? I doubt most of all the previous posters.
What ever are you talking about?
Well, Kurdt, I must have missed out that part about your brain because your rant was an obfuscated, garbled silent beacon of madness. Whatever that is.
I apologize for not realizing you are such a fountain of knowledge and can help all of us break free from this shell of mundane hollowness that defines the human race.
A tip: If you want your next rant to be received better than this one (although I hope this is the last), you might want to try not calling people mongrels of the human function. Thanks.
Would you like a livejournal code?
There’s a club if you’d like to go. You might meet someone who really loves you.
But you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home, and you cry and you want to die.
I am nobody, who are you? Are you nobody too? There’s a pair of us, but don’t tell: they’d banish us you know.
Sanscour
Oh, blackness! How you tear at my senses. What loneliness you bring, the great darkness that spawns the demons that raze my soul. I feel the sorrow and the lonliness cry out, and I answer as an echo, defile me, oh great darkness…
Oh, heres that damn light switch. By darkness.