Resting_Fox
Smash Master
- Joined
- Jul 16, 2001
- Messages
- 3,565
This is probably going to be my last topic at smashboards, so let's make it a pointless one. [you don't really need to read the sienna unless you're a human, with thoughts and emotions, who knows me personally.]
It appears this tiny and obscure corner of the internet can no longer be thought of as my quiet retreat from the world of cannibal egos and their heinous cracks. It seems my enemies in the real world have taken it upon themselves to pry into my habits, when what I wanted most was to avoid notice, attention, and especially inspection.
But just when I thought I was free of the dark wizards who ***** me in my youth, and have been stalking me since, not out of guilt or concern, or even perverted love, but just waiting for their next opportunity to strike and make me miserable,---just when I thought I was free of their reign of terrorism, they found me again, peeled away my face and sodomized my skull. Also, they broke the lights in my bathroom and the bedroom next to it and refused to pay for their replacement, and put viruses on my computer that are altering this very screen as I type to make the "Razz" smiley, show a red X and white P, and effect the same glitch on the lightbulb icon, as if to add insult to injury.
But I suppose "all that is dark can be illuminated by a flashlight and look spooky" or something like that. [Excepting of course quantum singularities] And the Dark Wizards will have their cold justice served to them, when I get my revenge by...Living well...and capturing them and making them eat a trailmix of sandpaper and broken glass . "This is your wicked tongue. Enjoy it. This is your Perverted spit, enjoy it." "You've played god unjustly, my power-mongering rival." You see, when it comes to dark wizards who **** ******** children, their lightbulbs, and their cats, I think the only just punishment is the cruelest torture imaginable. Sadist Trailmix.
I'll admit, that for me, Smashboards became a bad habit, but it was only because the world itself has developed so many bad habits, and has the conformist audacity to call them virtues. I thought, and still do think, that this company of robots and losers-at-life were more righteous and entertaining than any snob-headed, predacious, brunette who will shout at you to "just die" as you exit the classroom, just to find relief from her and the rest of her....ilk
Why didn't I stand up and spout forth like a geyser all my inner thoughts regarding the baseness of their savagery? Because even a geyser can be plugged by a large enough stone. Because a man against the world is always a minority, especially when he's right. and because the world doesn't believe that having class means rising above your baser instincts to ascend into a more divine state of being. The world thinks "class" is just a mere method of disguising their inner beast with abstractions and the ever-treasured, bending of words. And all these pampered, blue-blood kids went to Christian churches with their parents growing up, and I was the only one to actually retain a single Christian virtue.
They called me a molester, because I was devoid of their standard of adult communication, because such a conversation competition is akin to a game of baseball, And at the Bottom of the Ninth, I was just realizing we weren't playing tag. But it was really they who were the molesters. for what is the crime in molestation but the revelling in the destruction of innocence, and the use of an authority position to indulge in such activity. Here is an analysis, you should not miss; carry it with you.
Anytime you degrade a person who you say, or someone says, is a pedophile who just refuses to grow up, anytime you scorn and chide a cur of such sort, you're only increasing the probability of their crime and thus effectively becoming the indirect cause of a child's being molested. You may believe in free-will and that choice ultmately rests in the individual. But the more you darken his/[her?] idea of the adult world or of themselves, the more they'll hide inside the safety of the comfortable familiar. Where once upon a time, in Never-never land things were different, better, happier. And the more the law and society prevents them from even being around children, the more their level of desperation increases. So when you deal on them the hand of hell, ask yourself if that little ego boost is worth it. To destroy the happiness of a man, the innocence of a child, and eventually put more strain on the already overcrowded prison system. [Note: I only make these statements as an instilled motive derived from one being so lnog accused. I know in my heart, that I'm a universal aesthete finding beauty wherever beauty can be found in, and although such, not very sexually driven at all. Although my inept High School Psychology teacher would try to size me up from a mere minimum of words and behaviors in one semester, and tell me to accept that I'm something I'm not.]
But I'm fine now, and on the path of recovery. Rising like the phoenix out of my ruin and piecing my broken soul back together. And all this time, the majority of you probably never knew I was clinically depressed, or accused of being a child molestor. [Although I did overtly and harmlessly joke about the subject or pedophilia]. Unfortunately now, though, I've gone from clinically depressed to cynically opressed.
So, I've decided, with the shove of subliminal brainwashing, and perhaps pervasive phantoms, that I'll probably leave Smashboards and pursue more productive and enlightening activities. Since my Promethean days with Society are over, I'm going to college in Alaska in the fall and my musical aptitude is coming back into flourish, with eons-worth of suffering processed through my spirit and seen with the foggy lens of memory through which anything can become beautiful and poetic.
So goodbye Resting_Fox, You've been one of the best roles I've ever had the pleasure of being cast in. Although it was in the sense of prostration rather than nobility, I'm glad to have used you as my megaphone to release all asinine and repressed thoughts for no other reason than to know somebody, hopefully a nobody, heard.
P.S. So yeah, would you say Smashboards is addictive, or just potentially habit-forming?
P.P.S. Did dodongo get problems with his bathroom and bedroom lights too?
It appears this tiny and obscure corner of the internet can no longer be thought of as my quiet retreat from the world of cannibal egos and their heinous cracks. It seems my enemies in the real world have taken it upon themselves to pry into my habits, when what I wanted most was to avoid notice, attention, and especially inspection.
But just when I thought I was free of the dark wizards who ***** me in my youth, and have been stalking me since, not out of guilt or concern, or even perverted love, but just waiting for their next opportunity to strike and make me miserable,---just when I thought I was free of their reign of terrorism, they found me again, peeled away my face and sodomized my skull. Also, they broke the lights in my bathroom and the bedroom next to it and refused to pay for their replacement, and put viruses on my computer that are altering this very screen as I type to make the "Razz" smiley, show a red X and white P, and effect the same glitch on the lightbulb icon, as if to add insult to injury.
But I suppose "all that is dark can be illuminated by a flashlight and look spooky" or something like that. [Excepting of course quantum singularities] And the Dark Wizards will have their cold justice served to them, when I get my revenge by...Living well...and capturing them and making them eat a trailmix of sandpaper and broken glass . "This is your wicked tongue. Enjoy it. This is your Perverted spit, enjoy it." "You've played god unjustly, my power-mongering rival." You see, when it comes to dark wizards who **** ******** children, their lightbulbs, and their cats, I think the only just punishment is the cruelest torture imaginable. Sadist Trailmix.
I'll admit, that for me, Smashboards became a bad habit, but it was only because the world itself has developed so many bad habits, and has the conformist audacity to call them virtues. I thought, and still do think, that this company of robots and losers-at-life were more righteous and entertaining than any snob-headed, predacious, brunette who will shout at you to "just die" as you exit the classroom, just to find relief from her and the rest of her....ilk
Why didn't I stand up and spout forth like a geyser all my inner thoughts regarding the baseness of their savagery? Because even a geyser can be plugged by a large enough stone. Because a man against the world is always a minority, especially when he's right. and because the world doesn't believe that having class means rising above your baser instincts to ascend into a more divine state of being. The world thinks "class" is just a mere method of disguising their inner beast with abstractions and the ever-treasured, bending of words. And all these pampered, blue-blood kids went to Christian churches with their parents growing up, and I was the only one to actually retain a single Christian virtue.
They called me a molester, because I was devoid of their standard of adult communication, because such a conversation competition is akin to a game of baseball, And at the Bottom of the Ninth, I was just realizing we weren't playing tag. But it was really they who were the molesters. for what is the crime in molestation but the revelling in the destruction of innocence, and the use of an authority position to indulge in such activity. Here is an analysis, you should not miss; carry it with you.
Anytime you degrade a person who you say, or someone says, is a pedophile who just refuses to grow up, anytime you scorn and chide a cur of such sort, you're only increasing the probability of their crime and thus effectively becoming the indirect cause of a child's being molested. You may believe in free-will and that choice ultmately rests in the individual. But the more you darken his/[her?] idea of the adult world or of themselves, the more they'll hide inside the safety of the comfortable familiar. Where once upon a time, in Never-never land things were different, better, happier. And the more the law and society prevents them from even being around children, the more their level of desperation increases. So when you deal on them the hand of hell, ask yourself if that little ego boost is worth it. To destroy the happiness of a man, the innocence of a child, and eventually put more strain on the already overcrowded prison system. [Note: I only make these statements as an instilled motive derived from one being so lnog accused. I know in my heart, that I'm a universal aesthete finding beauty wherever beauty can be found in, and although such, not very sexually driven at all. Although my inept High School Psychology teacher would try to size me up from a mere minimum of words and behaviors in one semester, and tell me to accept that I'm something I'm not.]
But I'm fine now, and on the path of recovery. Rising like the phoenix out of my ruin and piecing my broken soul back together. And all this time, the majority of you probably never knew I was clinically depressed, or accused of being a child molestor. [Although I did overtly and harmlessly joke about the subject or pedophilia]. Unfortunately now, though, I've gone from clinically depressed to cynically opressed.
So, I've decided, with the shove of subliminal brainwashing, and perhaps pervasive phantoms, that I'll probably leave Smashboards and pursue more productive and enlightening activities. Since my Promethean days with Society are over, I'm going to college in Alaska in the fall and my musical aptitude is coming back into flourish, with eons-worth of suffering processed through my spirit and seen with the foggy lens of memory through which anything can become beautiful and poetic.
So goodbye Resting_Fox, You've been one of the best roles I've ever had the pleasure of being cast in. Although it was in the sense of prostration rather than nobility, I'm glad to have used you as my megaphone to release all asinine and repressed thoughts for no other reason than to know somebody, hopefully a nobody, heard.
P.S. So yeah, would you say Smashboards is addictive, or just potentially habit-forming?
P.P.S. Did dodongo get problems with his bathroom and bedroom lights too?
! And on the more of a downer side, I don't really talk in real life, anymore! Just occasional "Go die in a fire"'s pretty much (I don't know if it's smashboards or two of my best friends moving to the same city within 2 months of each other!)
