In this life

Dude, Wendy and Token aren’t worth going Goth over. Take off the mascara and go play ball with your friends.

Hate to tell you this, but this guy said it better.

Heh this is too funny. And it doesnt make any sense, so I can scoff at it.

“and then there were SQUIRLS! REAL SQUIRLS! and there were THOUSANDS OF THEM!
This isnt some kind of metaphor. GODDAMN THIS IS REAL!”

you sound like bad Radiohead lyrics. Are you that guy off Linkin Park?

Oh, forget it.

Does anyone understand ANYTHING this guy is whinging on about?

Go feel sorry for yourself somewhere else mate, or alternatively how about writing down your shit in normal freeking English? You might find some support on here for that kind of stuff. But raving off into obscure wierd fuck poetry metaphors cack aint gonna get you far.

Just a tip.

Lil

check it out! I ruined his shit! after only one post in this thread!

see how i’m celebrating! i’m happy, because I know I rock! Heed my mad skillZ Kurdt, that way lies happiness.

and less bad poetry/woe is me thoughts in a fucking inunderstandable OP!

now theres definetly

Mods, please close this thread down.

But wait!

Not before I show Kurdt Kobain where to go!

Whew!

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Kurdt is an individual, just like everyone else.

wrong, we are all individuals, except Kurdt.

I’m not.

Hey, man, you, like, don’t understand the real me. Head like a hole, black as your soul, I’d rather die, than give you control, man.

That’s just like, your opinion, man.

So little pisses me off more than someone who starts a bloggish pit thread, complains that people are getting on his case, and then asks for the thread to be closed.

Still open for business, I see!

In This Thread, Mister Kobain says,

Yet, In this life,

Whoa! Two years in less than a month! Still, he says that he’s not angsting!
Hey, didn’t something like this happen on STAR TREK once?
Considering this, can we really blame him for the Bad Prose?

You have to ask the right way:

Mods,

with the deep despair that is the unrepentant blackness of my unfulfilled soul, draw this thread to a close so that the winter of my soul may receive the mercy of a quick subjugation to the bottomless pit that is one’s self-pity

Life’s a stinky bitch, ain’t it?

If it makes you feel any better, Kurdt, this thread has got me laughing my ass off.

Come on, buddy, let the sunshine into your soul! Buck up, little camper! Want some ice cream? And so forth.

:swooshes hair out of eyes:

Conformist