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I am now making Bones my personal project.

He just won't shut up. Bet he'll get extra mouthy now that he's declared some sort of deluded "victory" over you blocking him. Bones is on the roster of DS2015, but felix is not, so ya know. If you want back in under any name let me know and I'll approve the sock. Got your current account back as a friend, and am pleased to have added a couple more folks from here.

You get any ideas about a thing, let a guy know.

Also just to let you know I am new to chaos theory but I am using what I know so far 

..We are reactionaries to order. Everyone can tolerate so much order in their life. Some more than others, which is why there are a select few who turn to chaos based groups.

False (and you have fallen for the Eristic Illusion). Chaos != Disorder.

But... but... that's what the movies, video games, and comic books that inform their worldviews say! THAT SHIT HAS TO BE RIGHT, right? 

Clearly you're ability to copypasta lyrics and link to YouTube is proof of your self proclaimed divinity. 


See if I had to pick a Godsmack song to characterize my own delusional complex about Eris it would be this.

But that would be profoundly douchey, and now that I've seen the vid for this song I might never sing it karaoke again WHATTHEFUCKGODSMACKIHOPETHELOASGIVEYOUTESTICLECANCER!!!

On an entirely unrelated note, SHUT UP!!

TGRR approves of this message.

It's a simple but critical teaching for our times from a teacher far wiser than I.

I once thought I always had cold sores, but it turns out that the stuff at the corners of my mouth was a result of zinc and some B vitamin deficiency and a fungus.  So basically the deficiency made the skin crack and then fungus got in there.

FUNGUS ON MY FACE

But not herpes.

Fungus was here first, and fungus will be here long after the last uppity endothermic vertibrate dies out. You got lucky.

TWJ, I just realized that you might be the only person on PD to get your own Unlimited thread and still come back to become a regular and well-liked contributor. Kudos!

No regrets, no going back. If I hadn't met real people here that I came to admire first I'd have disappeared. As it stands I'm VERY happy to have found a peer group of decent folks. I kinda want a shirt that says

"PD .com taught me the true meaning of butthurt" or something.

First time I've been addicted to a computer game in years, I cant fucking stop playing metal gear.

As long as you don't WANT to stop this is not a problem.

OK, Review a thread by Hirley O.

I have seen a few, but they make my pattern senses go all itchy.

Catch y'all later, gotta crash like bad code.

I miss hirley0.

A short to do list because it's working damn well for TGRR and gives me an excuse to resurrect my own UNLIMITED thread, long buried but NEVER forgotten!

BARRY

ON THE SECRET GENESIS OF ERIS
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ANNALS OF DUSTRAEL: ADONNIS
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NILIEL'S ACCOUNTING OF THE FALL



That's all for now. There's so much, and I'll have to take my time. One little step after another.

Nope not I. First time I ever thought about it that way. It's not every day I see a new fnord-form pop up. Pretty sure it's permanent.   

PREACH IT, BROTHER!

It hit me while trying to go to sleep in my comfy little box-apartment. I practically heard the hammer cock and realized that NOT getting out of bed and burning an extra hour or so to see what was behind the impulse would have been weak as fuck. It would surely be much less rewarding to stay comfy and get an extra hour of sleep in the end. Also possible ghost bullets.

I don't really care if spiritual things are real or not. I'm happy to have been motivated by the ridiculous idea that HARRIET TUBMAN hijacked some of my neurons and seemingly said, "Get your tired ass up and write a few things down white boy."

This is the kind of thing you invite into your world when you PD before bed.

It's kind of beautiful.

The most terrible things tend to be.

That's what my boyfriend says.

Then I must assume that he is both wise and... in a position to know. 

Well, that was my monthly break down. Time to go back to being an asshole.

I never cared.  You do your best to make sure nobody gives a fuck, and so I oblige you.

I like caring. It always hurts at some point, but overall it seems to work out well enough that the rewards are worth the occasional hurting like a motherfucker.

In a truly desperate attempt to shore him up, or at least shut him up for a bit, it could even disastrously decide to bed him. Months of awkward, self-degrading pity-sex that satisfied nobody and Nihilistic philosophy-wanking might even get the, by now surely unhinged and rattled, Cherub wondering what the blazes Father was REALLY UP TO.

I think you have a potential screenplay, here.

Hm. Might just be a fair story for sure. Not sure how I'd wrap it up, but an insane angel attempting suicide and getting infuriated at being unable to do so could make a Hell of a third act turning point, probably followed by the messy and bizarrely vicious death of the Campus Crusader, but not pseudo-"Meunster". Oh no, in fact he's now the center of its TRULY limitless ability to obsess. Pass the popcorn and place a wager on how long it will take for him to nut-up and finally DO IT. It keeps leaving his web browser open on sites with plenty of proper instructions, but he just won't die. At that point it could be a horrible rom-com parody series.

The only other way to end it as I see it would be either the, notoriously difficult to achieve, obliteration of the cherub or pseudo-"Meunster" actually DOES kill himself, or get himself meaninglessly killed, leaving the poor creature an empty shell locked up in a ward somewhere, left to rot in the depths of the system.

Because of course pseudo-"Meunster" wouldn't actually attempt to become a better person. That would be arrogant.

I've had quite a few fanfictions.

But that would be the best one yet. Fuck, I like that idea. It'd make a good tv show. First part would be the corruption and depression of the Cherub, followed by me living with a djinn who hated me,  and then followed by some shoehorned redemption story finale. Where I learn that self hate fucks over people who care about me, and I should at least be cool with myself for their sake.

I shall make myself perfectly clear. This is not going to be a work based in any way on you or any aspect of your being. It is a work of fiction and any perceived similarities between it and you or any other entities are entirely unintentional.

On an entirely unrelated note, SHUT UP!!

Jesus.     I'm pretty sure you could market it as a psychological thriller at that point and...

Well, I don't know if it would make money, or even gain a cult following, but DAMN.

I'll make this my main writing project. I'll do it to my satisfaction and see if that proves worth expanding or pitching to a production company. I may add elements from the "Widard's" universe, but in a lower  key way. As a stand alone screenplay the story will have more impact.

A while back I had a character idea and jotted  down something like "Barry the very sorry angel". Not sure where I left the note, but think it's on my fried computer. Was a somewhat different concept, but I thought of it and am re-purposing the name Barriel who shall take the names Barry and Becky depending on what gender it's wearing.

Then I Googled about and found out that Bariel is a thing. I wasn't surprised, all of the good angel names are taken. A bit of a celebrity as angels go.

Angel of the fourth pentacle of Jupiter
nothing worse than a name-dropping
Wizard

The second r in the name will reinforce the fictitious nature of the story and spare me the possibility of spurious but obnoxious lawsuits from the fair number of crystal-light angel hipsters that seem to be using Bariel as part of a pseudonym.

PREACH IT, BROTHER!

It hit me while trying to go to sleep in my comfy little box-apartment. I practically heard the hammer cock and realized that NOT getting out of bed and burning an extra hour or so to see what was behind the impulse would have been weak as fuck. It would surely be much less rewarding to stay comfy and get an extra hour of sleep in the end. Also possible ghost bullets.

I don't really care if spiritual things are real or not. I'm happy to have been motivated by the ridiculous idea that HARRIET TUBMAN hijacked some of my neurons and seemingly said, "Get your tired ass up and write a few things down white boy."

This is the kind of thing you invite into your world when you PD before bed.

It's kind of beautiful.

The most terrible things tend to be.