pention to ban posting in apple talk

[Nephew Twiddleton]

:shakes head:

Like i said i can link to anything on my phone.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

*can't

can't edit posts either.

[the last yatto]

I've posted pms from roger before FFS,
And since he's contacting me as a mod, I don't think he's due any privacy

Wow.

DIAF, asshole.

It be different if it was a chat but its messages he sent as an authority figure and posted screenshots of in the mod forum.

And just goes to show yatto stabs everyone in the back, isn't that what you tell everyone?

[the last yatto]

Wow.

Just...fuuuuuuuuuuck.

I lose power for a day, and this shit happens.  How stupid.

Lesson of the day: never defend yourself when facing an angry mob

[Nephew Twiddleton]

I dont know about the rest of the mob but im not angry. Rather, im looking at this sideways with a raised eyebrow.

[the last yatto]

Here's the last words of a fucking genius... RIP scarab

It's Only True if you Laugh -
Six thirty rolls onward like a steam roller. Dawn... The sun rises on the Bible Belt, hot and humid on a July morning... Within a day and a half you'd find me working a music festival in the mountains of Tenneessee, but for now I sit drunkenly staring at a screen that stares back with it's dick out, laughing because I can't see past the obvious distractions keeping me from the task at hand... Today I finally managed to get some real cigarettes. A victory no? Perhaps... But a failure in my own eyes. Cigarettes are harder to quit than heroin and that is from personal experience... I don't need a fix of boy each time something bad happens... I don't need a fix each time I finish a meal, each time I have some drama, or each time I wake up... No, my addiction is much more insidious.
 
Is it the same way for those who control a greater majority of the populous? Do they wake each day, ready and willing to put those who do not 'have' under thier iron thumbs, laughing all the while that they are the 'lucky' ones and we are the sheep? I've seen too many columns lately of activists arrested for simply 'Liking' a column on Facebook. If that's the case, how long will it be until they come knocking at whatever location I happen to be at? What trouble would I get in for just voicing my opinion, no matter the view? Probably a terribly long sentence... More than rapists, pedophiles, and true... Well... I hesitate to say criminals because who am I to judge what is Right and what is Wrong? Is it not a matter of perspective? Hell, I eat bacon, I like strange porn, and I get off through whatever means I can. I have my vices. Doesn't everyone?
 
This story isn't about me though... My story lies somewhere underneath the transmission, a softly whispered vocation to the gods and goddesses that may or may not watch over those of us that wish there to be More to the world around us, those who see the world and hope for the Magic to return to it. Perhaps it's not the Magic I hope will return, perhaps it's just the Magic that used to fuel our fears in the darkest of the night, that primal urge to find shelter against that which we don't understand. But I understand Evil... I have been it. I have lived it. I am not hard, by my own definition, but what artist is great in their own eyes? Using the Two Lighter Technique, I spark the cigarette that I haven't had in some time, too poor to even buy rolling papers at the local store. I've read the Bible. I didn't like it. But I've smoked more of it than even I care to admit... I'm probably going to die of some fucked up poison that is a mystery until they realize just how careless I've been with my own life, puffing away at carcinogens and biblical verses...
 
"Never Knows Best"... Yes..... It's written on all the cigarettes I've ever lit up, just as the verse is pasted upon the actions of those who cater to the Death that will come in the end.... The Children who have been raped and suffer the loss of Childhood and innocence, wrapped up in a political struggle that they, like myself, do not understand... The men and women who die and spill their blood upon a land made of Sand and Terror, blowing across the mentals of an Apathetic world. Perhaps you've done a search for my screen name, perhaps you've managed to find past attempts to reach the world of which I am part of. I have fucked up, and I feel shame and guilt... But do these people who order the deaths of the Innocent realize the same thing? Do they bow their heads in the hot dusty morning in the mirror after their shave and ask themselves how they got there? Do they even question the Evil that has invaded their lives, pulling them further and deeper into the Spiral?
 
I Believe in Magic... I believe that we have the power to alter our Realities... And sadly, I see that others are doing the same as I, though with no remorse at the loss they cause while they gain their power... Still the struggle wages on for the souls of the not-so-damned, a battle of the Free against the powers of those who put a price on that. Freedom is not free, but it shouldn't have to come at the price of a human life, no matter how corrupt it may be. Assad sends out his troops to break the Spirit of the people, and yet they rise... Upon the bodies of the weak, the poor, and dying, they Rise... Perhaps Manson was right... Helter Skelter... Swine... Rise... It all ties into the synchronicity, the Singularity that binds us. Grant Morrison wrote of it in his work 'The Invisibles' and I too now hit on that resonance. I am neither a grand writer of merit, nor a well paid journalist who shows the world for what it is; a Cesspit of Terror, pain, and Hell. But isn't the world too a place of joy, pleasure, and Nirvana?
 
We accept the pain with the pleasure and realize that it's a part of the Struggle that the world around us has set for us to experience. It is normal to struggle for what we feel is 'Normal'. A good home, nice 'things' and a penchant for the expensive virtues of keeping up the the fucking Jones's. Fuck the Jones's... They have bent over and let Uncle Sam and the rest of the world ass rape them into the belief that that is socially 'cool'. Let's put it in words that anyone would understand... BEND THE FUCK OVER AND THIS IS GOING TO BE A GOOD TOUCH. That's right, I went there. Like an overly friendly Uncle, let me put my cock of understanding in your asshole of awareness. Just hold still and it won't hurt. Hell, drink this here shitty tasteing beverage and the pain will go away. You won't even remember it tomorrow. I had to do it, so now you do too.... Isn't that right? -sighs- Wake up America! Wake up Earth!
 
They are taking your freedoms! They are taking your innocence! They are taking you... All of you... They are raping you and not even giving you a reacharound. They are giving it all they got and leaving people like you and I bloodied, hurt, and confused in the dark confines of a House we thought we were safe in... We never knew that Evil could lurk so close to home until the bastard crept up in the shadows of darkness and familiarity and prompty fisted the Life and Fight right out of our bodies... You're getting fisted now. Hell, let's face it, you're getting more than fisted... You're getting gangbanged by the whole damned Home Team and the Visitors as well... And who cares, right? It's not like this is anything new, this is all the Norm. This is all that we've spent our time dreading, but have been unable to fight back against. Like suddenly getting a straight razor in the dead of night and lopping off that uncle, or father's, or mother's offending hand, dick, or otherwise.
 
Now that we have a weapon, now that we have the net, they are trying to take our voice, they are trying to take away our freedom, and they are taking your goddamned SELF! You, if you are reading this, are no longer a child, yet you still allow the government to creep in in the middle of the night and continue to poke and prod at you. We are a nation of lovers, musicians, artists, poets, and warriors. We are a world of Souls who are Slated for Hell, but Right this fucking second are Living in the Heaven of our own creation. Will you allow them to take this from you? Will you allow them to break your spirit and rape your rights as harshly as Hitler so kindly exterminated his own kind? Hypocricy and Fear drive the nations around us... The leaders fight to maintain control over a quickly learning heard... We know that the shepard can only catch so many of us. We know that if we all run at the same time, he is, more or less unable to do a damned thing...
 
So why then do we sit here, waiting for a Hero when we ourselves are the Legends Waiting to be Born?! I don't know anymore, my friends. Perhaps it's just me being drunk, or whatever, but I DO see this shit hurting us in a way that we cannot heal from. "If you give a mouse a cookie..." Fuck that. If you give a mouse a cookie it's almost always at the end of a snap trap, or isn't chocolate chip. (Alright, so insert your own flavor here if it's not what you like. Hell, if you don't like cookies, put whatever you care for. Even IF you're a goddamned pedophile. People have to believe in SOMETHING right!?) I don't know what I'm doing in this life, and I doubt I ever have. I have spent more time running, mooching, stealing, and lying than most people I know and I regret, as much as one who's 'gotten away with it' can. Which is to say... I wish I'd never had the ability to do so. But that takes away from who I am, so I can't really regret that which has made me this ink stained monster of substance abuse and neglect. With rotting teeth, I smell the decay and lack of care I've allowed myself. I see and smell the problems that I have allowed to happen to me.
 
I don't treat myself well and I suffer from it... I cough up blackened masses of phlem, I'm out of shape, I feel a severe need to try every drug that I come across, and not because I need it, but because I desire the Change, the differing perspective to a life that I haven't, in my eyes, succeeded at. I'm a failure, because I feel as I have let each and everyone of you down. Not just you, but my Mother and her mother before her. My father was nothing more than a Cum-n-Go sperm doner, and I only had the opportunity to see him once, but I realized that it wasn't blood that made the family, it was the people that made up the experience for the life involved. I have been a saint and a sinner, the king and the fool. I have spoken with Death and fallen in love with the dying, but I also realized that you cannot romance Death and expect her to simply stand by and ignore the flirtations of a Youth in the throes of a hopeless romantic wandering. I have seen friends rise and fall, too often felled by suicide and thier own hopelessness, unable to see the true power they had in the ability to see the world for the fucked up hooker that it is.
 
50 Cent the rapper said it right, "Death's gotta be easy, cause Life is Hard", and he's only too true when he says you'll end up scarred. When I look at my hands and body, I see the scars of a Live's past, too many bad decisions, good sex, bad drugs, good times, and bad love... I see the emotional scars underneath, the unreliability, the lack of the Will to carry through with what I BELIEVE in... If I had really believed in what I thought was reality even a year ago, I would be dead today... I was that sure that my life was nothing more than a cruel joke, the punchline nothing more than a paint bucket over the head of my awareness and expansion... But now... Now I laugh with the love and pain of it all... I cry through the fits of maniacal laughter, and I laugh through my tears, because after all...
 
 
It's only True if you Laugh...
 
I bid you all a good day... May you find the thing in your life that holds you back, and may you throttle that fucker with the steel hands of Tarzan. May you lift your head and call out with the wolves in the world of Two Moons... May you always see the glass as not half empty, but full of liquid promise. The water to be used for a plant yet to grow... Water the seed of doubt in your mind and find your own glitches in the system... No matter how hard it may be to see them for what they are, realize that you are nothing more than a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things... But you can always be the sand in the eye and oyster of Reality and yet of the world...
 
Love comes not from gifts and the gotten, but from the will that was forgotten...
 
Regards...
 
Just a voice on the net...

[Faust]

I've posted pms from roger before FFS,
And since he's contacting me as a mod, I don't think he's due any privacy

Wow.

DIAF, asshole.

It be different if it was a chat but its messages he sent as an authority figure and posted screenshots of in the mod forum.

And just goes to show yatto stabs everyone in the back, isn't that what you tell everyone?

What mod forum>

[the last yatto]

he said he was taking screenshot of the exchange, so more then just me and him have read it. Maybe he didn't share here

[Epimetheus]

I have no idea what "happened," nor will i pretend to be interested. I'm just yankin' your chain by being mean, yatz. That said, I await the day you post something useful.

[the last yatto]

Then read that word block, it was written by the juggalo who ended up in the river at this years gathering... its almost like he knew.

[Epimetheus]

It has been read, now. A couple interesting moments, but nothing new, and not useful. For shame!
I liked getting the part where he talks about his own life and how he's fucked up, although it did get boring by the end. I like when preachers tear open their own hearts for show and tell. Gets me all hot and bothered like a Mayan priest.

[Triple Zero]

It be different if it was a chat but its messages he sent as an authority figure and posted screenshots of in the mod forum.

Closest we got to a mod forum is group PMs sent to admins and mods.

We don't have a mod forum for a good reason, cause it promotes non-mod "private" discussion and gossip and smelly things, doing it via PM works just as well and is just uncomfortable and personal enough that none of us feels much like spamming eachothers PM inboxes with gossip and backtalking.

For your case, everything related to your unbanning is discussed in the open in the "PM responses" thread.

Lesson of the day: never defend yourself when facing an angry mob

There is no angry mob.

Just two or three people that you pissed off, and the rest of us onlookers, who you may notice aren't stepping in on either side. If there was an angry mob, oh you'd notice.

[the last yatto]

Ok it wasn't a mob but a posse... fuck people are so PC

Ich bin ein Weltbürger

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Ok it wasn't a mob but a posse... fuck people are so PC

Ich bin ein Weltbürger

No! Yatto! He'll show up! Don't do it!

[the last yatto]

Karaoke? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIa7X9b_6UU