If you chilled out and stopped trying to do well and make good things, your shit would be topper notch.
If you chilled out and stopped trying to do well and make good things, your shit would be topper notch.
I'm so sick of this kind of shit. Suicide, and unhappiness, tragedy, etc. are always just this big fucking joke for everyone, especially on the Internet.
You spent a long time making a cartoon about puppets and less than 7 hours after its completion, I just so happened to be sitting down at my computer, casually perusing NG, and this is at the top of the list of cartoons, and I watch it. This, in itself, is unremarkable, but I remark because it just so happens that in the 30 to 45 minute period of time immediately preceding my perusal of movies on NG, I was in the other room taking a dump and speaking aloud about my own, completely unrelated, puppet show endeavors. From your perspective, this is likely still unremarkable, but from mine it's like whaaaat? Anyway, that aside, cool cartoon.
Finish it. Looks nice, but nothing happens. You've got a full team of special little friends and this is all you can put out? Stop gossiping about your sex adventures and giggling about how wonderful life is and make something together. For fuck's sake.
Fat jokes.
You and your rich bitch friends are no fun. You don't know what racism is, and you're boring.
Tell us about covert ops in the 1960s and their effect on the sociocultural landscape of the years following Lennon's assassination. Tell us the stories of the American civilians the government slipped acid to for psychological warfare testing. Tell us about the clock tower. I want to see your furries tell the truth in character without getting sick.
...but then we're planning on getting to where we can... where we can just...
Don't wait for life to get better, because it doesn't. Where you're at, that's it. There's no one waiting, and it won't help you to look. The world is a half-dead writhing corpse with little bacterial colonies thrusting their way in and out of total oblivion. It's a nightmare out there. There's no more for you, and that's that. Just settle in and don't ask to know more, and for fuck's sake, don't pay attention to the ladies. Because which ever one you've got your eye on, that's the one they get to. That's who they take. And there' no going back. And no unknowing, and it's all real and unremovable. Just stay where you are, get comfortable, and never leave. Never look out. Never reach, never lean, never seek out anything more, because it's not there. Everything there is, is already where you're at, and there's no going over. Unless you're already at the horrid orgy and you're not excluded and the jealous fit is thrown by the inconsequential you don't understand, in which case, you're on the good path. You were born with the right genes to complement what you do. Maybe you're made for this planet, and maybe you're not. But if you are, watch out those who aren't, because there's one who understands it better than you but doesn't have the convenience of friendship to carry him to where you go with your fleshy pleasure companions-- and if you're the outcast, then seek no further, for all that's to be found is for the Vitruvian and his smiling hedonistic pleasure sluts. There's nothing else. You're one or the other. It's good to know early.
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Age 42, Male
Plotting & Scheming
I've got a BA.
Pennsylvania
Joined on 5/14/05