RandomGeekNamedBrent wrote:I know you were active, I remember when I surpassed your post count.
still in the top ten despite a year of inactivity.
not that it matters.
You remember when you passed me, really?
I don't know why, but that makes me feel kind of special.
I don't specifically remember when it was, but you were high enough on the list that while I was watching the list, you were separated enough from when I passed the user after you that I took note of "he's the one I just passed"
RandomGeekNamedBrent wrote:I know you were active, I remember when I surpassed your post count.
still in the top ten despite a year of inactivity.
not that it matters.
You remember when you passed me, really?
I don't know why, but that makes me feel kind of special.
I don't specifically remember when it was, but you were high enough on the list that while I was watching the list, you were separated enough from when I passed the user after you that I took note of "he's the one I just passed"
Zukio wrote:I don't think this is like highlander. So destroying Dissension won't give you Dissension's powers of dissension.
What I mean to say is that: dissension is a disagreement which leads to discord. Chaos. To embrace dissension is to rob the source of disagreement of that chaos. So, in a sense, to embrace dissension is to destroy it.
I think a bit of the meaning may have been lost in not better differentiating Dissension and dissension. I was trying to be poetic. ; ~;
"When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around,
do you ever really crash or even make a sound?"
Zukio wrote:I don't think this is like highlander. So destroying Dissension won't give you Dissension's powers of dissension.
What I mean to say is that: dissension is a disagreement which leads to discord. Chaos. To embrace dissension is to rob the source of disagreement of that chaos. So, in a sense, to embrace dissension is to destroy it.
I think a bit of the meaning may have been lost in not better differentiating Dissension and dissension. I was trying to be poetic. ; ~;
I was just joking around, it's cool to see poetic stuff!
Anyway we have said Dissension so many times we should either start a fan club or make him Beatlejuice.
I like Pie!!!
Go ahead and send me a message, maybe we could talk about pie! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
he would promptly ban himself for his own shenanigans create a rift in the space time continuumtry, try to ban the space time continuum and as a result reset the universe to the big bang. Some say that this cycle has completed itself endless times and will continue to do so for all eternity, but I'm not too eager to test the theory.
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I think in Non-sequiturs
"I told you not to put metal in the science oven! What'd you do that for?"
It's always nice to have friends that you can pick and punch on, sometimes it cross the line but it's alright.
We should do some group hug or ground punch.
Dissension wrote:I'm still not sure when Sleet and I started hating each other.
I think your hate toward Sleet is manly way of expressing bro love.
I'm not sure when the hate began.
I remember when I became aware of it though. It was a sharp autumn day and the zephyrs had kept it sharp, the cold was digging into my skin like a mole digs through soil, but without actual dirt or moles and instead with my skin and cold wind. I saw Sleet walking out of his house. He was wearing a seasonably inappropriate kilt, or perhaps a skirt, it was getting more difficult to tell her gender these days. and then a particularly cold wind blew through my very soul and heart, and I realized that it was a wind of emotion, and that my utter contempt for Sleet was fueling some sort of deep desire to just.
Forget that guy.
As she strode across the lawn laden with crisp, white snow in his thick pants, I scowled at her. Sleet was clearly unaware of my presence. He was unaware of me in such a way that I was forced to contain my freezing desire for some sort of negative contact. I wanted to ambulate directly up to her and scratch his ugly face and tell her that she was the only person that I could ever feel this hatred about, tell him that the feelings I felt for her were stronger than any distaste and wider than any river except maybe the amazon or Mississippi because I didn't think that they manufactured feelings in that size but if they did then that was probably the size of emotion that I felt for him. This emotion could not fit in just one cold heart I needed her to share my contempt, to feel my disgust, to share with me the pain of a black and bitter heart reserved for the hatred of one individual only.
I talked myself down, told myself that these icy flames were far too cold. They were absolute less than zero on the scale of the hate-o-meter D-lux. This sort of anti-passion would consume us both and create all sorts of violent frictions until our minds and souls glazed over in a layer of numbing snow, like doughnuts. Mmmmm... doughnuts. Why is there a baker's dozen and then a regular dozen. I always get a regular dozen. Is a "baker's dozen" an archaic term yet? I confess I haven't been to my local bakery lately. You should support small business, it's good for your local economy. I stared at the new spring flowers that had bloomed last week and thought of Sleet and I. In my mind's eye I could see us. I would confront him and we would have a seat in her living room, drinking iced lemonade and having petty arguments, and then he would get so angry at me that she would say that he had had enough, and I needed to leave. There was only so much she could take, you know? As he gave me the bum rush I would insult her mother, and then he would turn to me and swiftly smack me right across my face, and I wouldn't hit her because she's a lady, but then at the next pronoun, I would make sure it was male so I could return his tender hand-to-cheek collision.
And then the daydream was over and I was staring at Sleet again. I could stand it no longer. I stood up from my park bench and propelled my powerful leg muscles. The hot, hot mid-day summers sun pressed down against my neck and back but I forced onward. Sleet's image moved closer to me, and my legs pushed off against the ground, I was advancing at her. I rehearsed what I would say in my mind over and over. Man, look at his detestable figure. I wanted to feel that against my fist and at the end of my blunt weapon. I wanted her to hurt at my command, my hatred was seething and I wasn't ready to let him not feel it. Sleet noticed me and started to watch me as I slithered towards her on my belly using my powerful snake muscles oh wait I'm not a snake forget I said that. And then I was standing in front him and it was time for me to say something and I knew that this was the moment for me to tie our lives together forever and ever in a dance of black emotions. "Sleet ur faice is ugly like buttz lol"
"Aw, you're so funny Diss. :3"
Psykeout wrote:...and I wouldn't hit her because she's a lady, but then at the next pronoun, I would make sure it was male so I could return his tender hand-to-cheek collision...
Don't you hate it when you have to wait on pronouns?
Anyway Psykeout that was amazing to read, and if this is a sequel can you tell me where I can find the original?
I like Pie!!!
Go ahead and send me a message, maybe we could talk about pie! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
I could sit on a computer and write nonsense all day really It's basically everything that I say.
Zukio wrote:If this is a sequel can you tell me where I can find the original?
that was a joke for the most part it's not actually a sequel.
But I did write another stupid thing and sometimes I make references to it to be a hilarious joker look @ me.
But no I'm not a writer I just like to play pretend sometimes.
Psykeout wrote:and then he would get so angry at me that she would say that he had had enough, and I needed to leave. There was only so much she could take, you know?
o u
Psykeout wrote:"Sleet ur faice is ugly like buttz lol"
You've certainly got Diss' voice down.
Seth wrote:Thats true, every time I see my friend nI throw his dog off a bridge and break his nose
we're besties
Psykeout wrote:and then he would get so angry at me that she would say that he had had enough, and I needed to leave. There was only so much she could take, you know?
o u
o i
oi
o aye
Oh, aye!
oh, eye.
CaptainPea wrote:
Diss lol it waz actually psyke lol did I fool you wrote:"Sleet ur faice is ugly like buttz lol"
You've certainly got Diss' voice down.
Yeah the colors help.
Did you get the stealth color joke I made I was hoping someone would get the color joke I made
I bet Sleet will get it
Psykeout's right, he's not a writer, you cant be a writer unless there are pictures of you smoking a cigarette or brooding, or smoking a cigarette and brooding. Bonus points for black and white photographs
CaptainPea wrote:
Whose nose?
certainly not the Dog's, I'm not a monster
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I think in Non-sequiturs
"I told you not to put metal in the science oven! What'd you do that for?"
Hey you know Baby Bop from Barney
well apparently her voice actor is a real actress
she's in Memphis
anyways back to the show
Psykeout wrote:
Did you get the stealth color joke I made I was hoping someone would get the color joke I made
I bet Sleet will get it
Oooh, I get it now that I know it's a joke. It'd help if your normal writing wasn't purply anyways.
Seth wrote:Psykeout's right, he's not a writer, you cant be a writer unless there are pictures of you smoking a cigarette or brooding, or smoking a cigarette and brooding. Bonus points for black and white photographs
If I ever publish a book, I'm going to pose for my "about the author" picture in a serious-faced, contemplative authorly pose while sitting at a five year old's birthday party
I think a good way to end Psykeout's story is with a picture of Diss and I suddenly making out. For some reason doing that inappropriately is a goodpunchline.
EDIT: Sleet <3- Diss 5ever.
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Sleet wrote:I think a good way to end Psykeout's story is with a picture of Diss and I suddenly making out. For some reason doing that inappropriately is a goodpunchline.
EDIT: Sleet <3- Diss 5ever.
Gay Twilight jokes, just more and more added daily, including that little gem of speratic man on man making out. On a related note, "The same could be said of all religions" made me LOL.