Sinfest

[Darqcyde]

good lord it was cold here at 3:15, it was like being back on the slopes. The only visible spot from my house was the porch.

I couldn't get my camera to take a good pic

Overall though it was beautiful to behold.
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...if a single leaf holds the eye, it will be as if the remaining leaves were not there.
http://12ozlb.blogspot.com

[Mr_Moustache]

As the future leaders of the world are out and about, dancing around till they’ve found a mate and drinking till they puke, there is also another side to this constant debauchery that’s given this generation. We all fight our urges; we need to since they are depraved of an end or goal and their insatiability is without root or cause save the blueprint of our DNA. We fuck and feed and drink and breathe and don’t care, or do care, but it doesn’t matter since time moves on and doesn’t even ask our opinion about the whole matter; so it might as well go on with what it’s been doing after all, erasing our thoughts and insights without emotion or slight. Time does not care how much effort you put in or how just or unjust the whole shebang is. The eraser butt of a pencil is all that is left after we have written our lives and the paper is slowly disintegrating even before we can proof read it or edit it or revise it or publish it or burn it all down. This continuous quest for identity, ever changing and in the end erased; here where no one is certain and many things are new and it still seems that that one night out or that one love or that one grade will be the magic switch pressure release that will absolve our desires from fresh ground to spurn from. Time will take care of it all; it will make it simply obsolete and our flame will not wither away due to a lack of oxygen or anything of the sort; it will move rhythmically to the beat of your own heart until the heart decides that it is enough and the rhythm will change to some potentiality that we hadn’t thought possible before. Perhaps I once was or will be a lover, father, student or teacher or maniac or clown or everything and nothing not at the same time but at no time at all. This world or these words do not anchor me in the temporal, for the simply subsist of everything I once was and will be until time comes and sweeps it all away like it has done so before many times. And all the while, through this merry ghost chase of our generation, we are what we want and our wants will shape our future in a way that our parents or state or teachers could only dream of. Such slaves we are to the lego bricks of our genes and necessities of life. This is the great loss, depravity and tragedy of our generation; this lack of revolt not to others but to ourselves, to our wants lust and desires. We may dream of higher causes, but even the philosopher once thrust his semen into the world as our leaders in whose hands we put our lives have caressed lovers and wiped bottoms of themselves or their children. Thus I implore, my contemporaries and brethren, only this: I know that your drinking time is precious and nothing should stand in the way between you and a good fuck or some well-earned bragging about your expensive car or extraterrestrial cock. Yet next time, cigarette or credit card or bottle or syringe or whatever it may be what being craves in hand, simply take in mind that this will fade and nothing will last, no sustenance will be given that lasts forever save the one you can give to yourself. So, find a mate and be happy and watch those sitcoms and talk about those jeans and how they make you ass look, and masturbate over the symbols we all know and see on TV and love more than life itself. See your reflection not in a mirror but in a tree, or rock or cat or the sky for that matter. Greet the sun which may seem so far away yet only on your level. What does the sun want, or the laws of gravity or the flinters of skin ripped from their comfortable home every time you scratch that itch. How might our continuous gratification be any different if there is no choice?
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When life gives you lemons, some people make lemonade. I just eat them and make a sour face.

[Magniflorious]

Wall of Text crits for 99,999,999.
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"Your weapons are no match for ours! People of Mars, surrender!"
"Um, this isn't Mars. This is Earth."
"Earth? Earth-with-nuclear-weapons Earth?"
"Yes."
[long pause]
"Friend!"

[Darqcyde]

That wall-o-text reminds me of back in my MUD days, in major MUD, a Half-Ogre Ninja swinging the Tree as a weapon (an exclusive item, #1 damage dealer in game), while back stabbing.
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...if a single leaf holds the eye, it will be as if the remaining leaves were not there.
http://12ozlb.blogspot.com

[Magniflorious]

a Half-Ogre Ninja? I can't see stealth working to well. . .
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"Your weapons are no match for ours! People of Mars, surrender!"
"Um, this isn't Mars. This is Earth."
"Earth? Earth-with-nuclear-weapons Earth?"
"Yes."
[long pause]
"Friend!"

[Darqcyde]

[Dogen]

[Mr_Moustache]

Not really. I fall asleep at 8 or 9, wake up at 12 and then I can't sleep.
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When life gives you lemons, some people make lemonade. I just eat them and make a sour face.

[Dogen]

Do you know why you're having trouble sleeping? Do you wake up and still feel tired?
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"Worse comes to worst, my people come first, but my tribe lives on every country on earth. I’ll do anything to protect them from hurt, the human race is what I serve." - Baba Brinkman

[Oneponytoruleall]

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[Snorri]

[Mr_Moustache]

[Dogen]

So you know it's possible you're bipolar. Have you seen anyone about it?
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"Worse comes to worst, my people come first, but my tribe lives on every country on earth. I’ll do anything to protect them from hurt, the human race is what I serve." - Baba Brinkman