I said Feet, not people, you little shit. Don’t fucking misquote me.
Err, bye.
Uh oh, angst turneth into green pastures of hate and anger!
Everybody run, Bobbys got a gun!
What? Swearing not allowed in the pit?
Er, nevermind about that. Got confused.
:eek:
Of course, I can’t imagine how lame a forum for venting would be without a bit of cursing.
What? Fuck not allowed fuck fuck fuck?
:rolleyes:
Now, that’s better Kurdt…less words and more real feelings is what we want to see.
Horse goes into a bar.
Barman says “Why the long face?”
Horse replies “because we are all just solitary specks whirling our insignificant lives in the well of loneliness, our tortured souls howling into the blackness as our brief lives are extinguished in the futility of existence.”
Barman says “Fuck me, a talking horse.”
Which just goes to prove that every misery-guts thread just needs an Irishman to fix it right up.
Onya jjimm.
wipes tears from his red, puffy eyes
Oh, that was rich, good one jjimm.
Well, as much as I’d like reality to NOT be as I percieve it, and I’d really like to pretend that I don’t have to go to work in the morning, I’m afraid it is now after midnight here and I must bid this wonderful thread adeiu.
But thanks Kurdt and the rest of youse for keeping me entertained for some of the evening.
Nigh-night. 
I am moving to Ireland.
In other news: Kurdt, this kind of shit gets real boring, you know? I have read through every single one of the posts you made in this thread. I thought about them for quite some time afterwards. And the conclusion I came to? Uh-oh. Yet another lame attempt to be profound by someone who’s clearly spent too much time analysing the Matrix movies. (KGS, where are you?)
But let’s dig deeper, Kurdt. Let’s really rip back the layers of pseudo-reality as perceived by the vile seething mass of humanity and expose the chancre at the heart of the rose.
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The late Mr. Cobain obviously looms large in your own personal mythology. This would be okay if you were 15 and the year was 1994. As it stands, you’re merely a quaint, sociologically interesting relict of when people thought it was cool to have problems with depression.
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You just love the faux existentialist rhetoric, don’t you? Again, this would be perfectly acceptable if you were living in Germany at the turn of the century. Now, however, you come aross as a pretentious, whiny philosophy undergrad trying desperately to impress the chicks with what a deep thinker you are.
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As befits pretentious, whiny people everywhere, you’re all freaked out on a vision of yourself as some kind of modern-day prophet of Everything That’s Wrong With the World. Cue long, overwrought, tedious monologues on how much more perceptive and self-aware you are than the rest of us mindless, empty sheep. Back up your claims by accusing your detractors of blindness, stupidity, or that old stand-by, conformity. (GASP!) End every session with vaguely threatening sci/fi villain-esque hints that “reality may not be what it seems”.
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When anyone legitimately tries to understand or help you by asking for more information or specific reasons for your feelings, brush them off with some dismissive statement about “not wanting to go into it”, or just repeat ad nauseum that you’re too busy bleeding for the world to have coherent conversations with such obviously lesser beings.
Now let’s do the math. 1 + 2 + 3 + 4 = sad. Really fucking sad. And so refreshingly original, too.
I don’t like to use this smilie, but it’s the only really fitting response to your posts: :rolleyes:
Okay…so you look upon your feet as mongrels of the human function. I think. Is that what you mean?
With that other sentence about commoners and laborers and the infrastructure, I kind of thought you were referring to your feet as a metaphor for proles, but maybe that’s just me trying to rationalize.
And also, WTF?
Ratty, you make it out like I’m some sort of saviour, or that I’m trying to be one. I’m just ranting, that’s all.
I like Nirvana, the music. Simple as that. I’m no Nirvana/Cobain obsessist. Nor am I into existilenistic BS. Do you not understand metaphor, at all? Do you not understand that perhaps I don’t want everything I say to be cut and dry? Not that I could, if I wanted to.
HBT, re: feet, that was something that I said that was cut and dry. Simple as that.
Alright. I took some pills(I took the red pill, eh, Ratty? ;)) and now they’ve just took effect. They’ve cleared my mind a bit, and now I’ll answer any questions straightly.
So your feet are cut and dry?
Dammit, I wanted to put KK’s deathless prose though Tha Shizzolator but when I paste the address of the first page of the thread it just shizzolates the top level of the board for some reason.
(It’s quite funny seeing the Dope Shizzed to Fizzle, but I want “Dogg Angst”)
Any ideas how to do it?