Welcome to the post-American century

[B_M_W]

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Dude, Im one of the youngest members at this forum, and yet I still have seniority over your assshatery. I even have 4-5 rants posted under my name.  So take your mamas milk money, buy some porn and go fuck yourself.

Besides, if people around here start to hate you, it won't be long before you are truly afraid. In which case you will leave, which is what we all want anyway.

Oh, did I mention go fuck yourself?


~BMW

[Kallisti]

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Dude, Im one of the youngest members at this forum, and yet I still have seniority over your assshatery. I even have 4-5 rants posted under my name.  So take your mamas milk money, buy some porn and go fuck yourself.

Besides, if people around here start to hate you, it won't be long before you are truly afraid. In which case you will leave, which is what we all want anyway.

Oh, did I mention go fuck yourself?


~BMW

I live beyond the veil, I have no fear.  I have changed my name as requested, I meant no harm.  There are those here who want me here.  They are silent, in the shadows, you can not see them, but they are there.  In the mists, beyond your world, and in this one as well.

[The Doctor]

Those are the Gelth, aini dear, and they're not to be trusted!

::turns up the gas::

[Horab Fibslager]

lurkers don't count.

[Kallisti]

lurkers don't count.

I am not speaking of lurkers.  There are many here who speak, however, they speak not of that which they do not want all to know.

[agent compassion]

Ya know when you talk like that you make me wonder if you're not the pest aini after all, just randomly arguing with yourself.

[Lurker]

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Dude, Im one of the youngest members at this forum, and yet I still have seniority over your assshatery. I even have 4-5 rants posted under my name.  So take your mamas milk money, buy some porn and go fuck yourself.

Besides, if people around here start to hate you, it won't be long before you are truly afraid. In which case you will leave, which is what we all want anyway.

Oh, did I mention go fuck yourself?


~BMW

I live beyond the veil, I have no fear.  I have changed my name as requested, I meant no harm.  There are those here who want me here.  They are silent, in the shadows, you can not see them, but they are there.  In the mists, beyond your world, and in this one as well.

Speaking as a lurker, we do not support you.

[Horab Fibslager]

i've just been informed by my secretary at aligator control the detaisl of this op.

however nsra members are nto cleared for this info.  :P

[Cain]

Ya know when you talk like that you make me wonder if you're not the pest aini after all, just randomly arguing with yourself.

That would be impressive.

[Kallisti]

i've just been informed by my secretary at aligator control the detaisl of this op.

however nsra members are nto cleared for this info.  :P

Thank you.  They did not listen.  They are not listening still, perhaps they never will.  Reminded me of this song.  When I looked it up, I found it was named Vincent.  



Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.

http://www.vangoghgallery.com/misc/mclean.htm

[LMNO]

That was Don McLean.







Hippie.

[East Coast Hustle]

[namedropping]

he lives down the street from me.

[/namedropping]

[agent compassion]

::looks at Turd's namedroppings::

You clean those up right now, mister.

[Ghost In The Machine]

[namedropping]

he lives down the street from me.

[/namedropping]

What?  He has to be about 300 years old.

[Kallisti]

[namedropping]

he lives down the street from me.

[/namedropping]

What?  He has to be about 300 years old.

I believe he was referring to Don MacLean, not Vincent Van Gogh.