Where'd Everybody Go?

[Sister Fracture]

It first happened a long time ago.  My family, my friends, I hung on to all of them.  But then the winds picked up, and then it started howling, and I was lifted off my feet. 

"Hey, hey, hold on to me, okay?" But my grip slipped, or their hands were too full. A few of them just disappeared forever.

I landed in the doldrums.  I stayed there for a long time, but not very many people came along to hold me down again.  There was too much distance between me and my family, and that never got fixed.  Eventually, I found a couple of people who let me cling to them.  Then the wind started to pick up again.

"Hey, hey, hold on to me, okay?"  But they decided they couldn't handle the winds, or things happened and nobody knew where the years went, and when the winds blew themselves out, I was down to just one.

I didn't stay in the doldrums for long this time.  Even if it isn't windy, you're still lost, you know?  Before very long, I had myself two lover-boys, one right after another.  It was too breezy for the first one, and the second one was couldn't bend and twist, which hurt after a while. I lost not just them, but through them everyone else that had come with them, or had had before, to anchor me whenever the gales whistled.

But it was sunny sometimes, so that wasn't too bad.  And I came to hold on to other people.  People who had more wind than I did.

"Hey, hey, hold on to me, okay?" I didn't want to let them go, because everyone needs a good handhold in a storm, right?

Just hold on, okay?

[Luna]

I like.

[Juana]

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Very nice!!!

[Phox]

 

[BadBeast]

 
Sweet. There's nothing you can do about the wind tearing shit up, but there is something you can do about the people who might be torn to bits in it. So that's what you do. I like the cut of your jib.   

[Sister Fracture]

Just so you guys know, I write this stuff because I feel it, not because I need attention. Sometimes rants die in my head because I think it will have negative effects.

But I do so love it when I know people have read it, and shown that by responding.

[BadBeast]

Nothing worse than having a dead rant in your head, stinking everything up for weeks, coming out in little squits and dribbles.  Especially for PD people, who  normally have such a healthy flow of hatespew. Holding onto it for too long can have catastrophic implications.
Rantstipation is a terrible thing to witness. And when I say "terrible", I mean funny as fuck, so long as you don't cop the fallout.

[Sister Fracture]

Nothing worse than having a dead rant in your head, stinking everything up for weeks, coming out in little squits and dribbles.  Especially for PD people, who  normally have such a healthy flow of hatespew. Holding onto it for too long can have catastrophic implications.
Rantstipation is a terrible thing to witness. And when I say "terrible", I mean funny as fuck, so long as you don't cop the fallout.

[Adios]

Good stuff.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

That ain't wind, that's time, and it's as inexorable as Generalissimo Salizar working off the cast iron panties of Tia Tequila.

[Doktor Howl]

That ain't wind, that's time, and it's as inexorable as Generalissimo Salizar working off the cast iron panties of Tia Tequila.

What makes people write shit like this?

[BadBeast]

That ain't wind, that's time, and it's as inexorable as Generalissimo Salizar working off the cast iron panties of Tia Tequila.

What makes people write shit like this?

I'm afraid only the Good Reverend Roger (May Eris use him dreadfully) can answer this. And that Salazar fellow? He's a monster! 

[Payne]

That ain't wind, that's time, and it's as inexorable as Generalissimo Salizar working off the cast iron panties of Tia Tequila.

What makes people write shit like this?

Religion^TM. Especially when used as a suppositry, like old TGRR used to do.

[BadBeast]

That ain't wind, that's time, and it's as inexorable as Generalissimo Salizar working off the cast iron panties of Tia Tequila.

What makes people write shit like this?

Religion^TM. Especially when used as a suppositry, like old TGRR used to do.

Yes. I pity the fool who ever tried to plug that dyke with his own finger. Lawks a mussy! What a mess. From dribble, to squit, to Tsunami in 23 seconds! Way to go, TGRR! That's some serious shit there.

How deep is he actually buried? Does anyone know? Or is he still propped up against that giant Cactus, dessicating in the Arizona desert like a mummified Gonk?
I suppose only Eris really knows the details of that grisly episode. But if you borrow someone's tools, you have to return them!  It's like, the Law or something.