To the "People" who killed the karma thread with copy and paste posting Grats your rein of terror has ended. Like you need to tell the entire forum that you gave so and so this much karma for no reason other than they posted right before you. Isn't that what Spamhaus used to be for? People posting for no reason other than to put something down on the forum for the day? I ask you EH peoples what's more annoying?
The weak shout into the abyss and hope the noise will echo into the ages, outliving their own fleeting existence, validating them and giving them purpose. But the abyss doesn't care about our insignificant hopes and wishes, our thoughts and fears. Our vain cries drown in the endless silence. The brave know there is no point in screaming and struggling. They swallow their pride and let themselves be swept into the eye of the storm, where all the rest end up no matter what, and sometimes, if they're lucky enough, a few float to the top. They don't ask for this privilege; they are hurled into it, ready or not. Still fewer remain there. Most lose their way and fall, ending in obscurity with the rest of us. But those few, those precious few, they swirl above it all in eternity, tiny pinpoints of hope and inspiration for the rest of us. They guide us, drive us, and above all serve as a reminder that in the depths of that crushing black void, we are never truly alone.
This post has been edited by FourThirteen: Jan 22 2014, 04:08
The weak shout into the abyss and hope the noise will echo into the ages, outliving their own fleeting existence, validating them and giving them purpose. But the abyss doesn't care about our insignificant hopes and wishes, our thoughts and fears. Our vain cries drown in the endless silence. The brave know there is no point in screaming and struggling. They swallow their pride and let themselves be swept into the eye of the storm, where all the rest end up no matter what, and sometimes, if they're lucky enough, a few float to the top. They don't ask for this privilege; they are hurled into it, ready or not. Still fewer remain there. Most lose their way and fall, ending in obscurity with the rest of us. But those few, those precious few, they swirl above it all in eternity, tiny pinpoints of hope and inspiration for the rest of us. They guide us, drive us, and above all serve as a reminder that in the depths of that crushing black void, we are never truly alone.
Wow, you went to the dark side of the chocolate bar. Delicious!
So... if a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle then that fish is probably awesome at using bicycles. It 's plausible that particular fish can ride 'em like a pro and do various tricks.
This post has been edited by gamagaeru: Jan 23 2014, 04:50
...No, I'm not a dog. I'm a kitsune. Y'know, fox-spirit. We do say arf... among other things... (IMG:[invalid] style_emoticons/default/unsure.gif) Don't judge me, 'cause I'm cute. :3
Cute. Is that what the kids are calling autism these days.
What was the last thing you thought?, read deed by path.
Jan 22 2014, 04:04
