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02-26-2007, 06:00 PM | #11 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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With all the things going on with the forum at the moment my mod panel isn`t working properly at the moment , so as of now I am only able to do 2 things.
Delete threads/post Ban So you might wanna give some thought to your post content.
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
02-26-2007, 06:01 PM | #13 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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I only gave him 24 hours to cool off
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
02-26-2007, 06:15 PM | #14 (permalink) |
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*crying* Honestly I haven't had a good cry in a long time, I'm not really crying, but I wanted to post this because when I was your age, I had all my emotions sealed up. I was the good boy, who never said anything bad about anyone, even though I thought it constantly. It's fine to let your emotions free. Trust me, I kept on trying to be the 'good, people pleaser boy' and I wound up in a mental institution. People around me said I was shaking uncontrollably, before they decided to send me there, and I didn't even notice it myself. I had a lot of buried hate, anger, and rage. See, when I was your age, I was too afraid to stand out and be different. I felt like all the adults around here were way too judgmental of people who are different. However, trying to please others might make you more outwardly presentable to the world, but makes u feel like **** on the inside. Over the past 5 years or so, I have really got in touch w/ my emotions, and whether it's anger, guilt, or vulnerability, or crying or whatever, I am a much happier person now. It's all about being honest w/ yourself and giving a name to your feelings. **** what society thinks.
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02-26-2007, 06:17 PM | #15 (permalink) |
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*crying a little over the 1 day suspension,* but hey, I can see why you did it; I'm not gonna keep bumping threads if u guys don't want me to. I was just ticked cuz I thought it was for only that one statement I made*
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02-26-2007, 06:36 PM | #16 (permalink) |
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you seem like a very emotional kid and sense im on this site to learn about more bands not make friends... get over it and grow some balls (p.s. your parents dont hate charles mansons mom hated him. you still live with your parents he was sold for a pitcher of beer)
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02-26-2007, 06:58 PM | #18 (permalink) |
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Hey, lay off him, I get rejected by girls to, usually any time I put myself out there. If you wanna go up to a girl and treat her like **** a lot of girls respond to that. I for one, am very patient in waiting for the right girl to come along. Don't worry about it Loser; a lot of women say 'All guys are jerks' and what they mean to say is that they have low self esteem, so don't be surprised the next guy they go out w/ will be a jerk. Personally, I don't want to get in the habit of treating girls badly, and condemn myself to a life full of bad relationships. *crying w/ you*
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02-26-2007, 07:42 PM | #20 (permalink) | |
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Quote:
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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