Newgrounds.com — Everything, By Everyone.

Aw bastard, I always wanted to play a game, but I don't know anyone who plays.

I'm sure I wouldn't care if I grew up like that. Otherwise, I'd hate myself. I can hardly ask for anything without feeling bad for doing so.

I'm Blue, DABBADEWDEBEDUSDSOIDOSDBYE

Yeah, that Blue song. I remember liking it as a kid, and listening to arguments about what he said after calling himself blue.

When I was a kid, I remember others snorting rockets and pixies sticks. Gah.

I still really dislike my previous posts. I don't think there was anything special, just general noobishness. I still am a noob, really.

I must have been about 12 when I started posting.

I always wanted to die to that Tiny Tim song, Living in the Sunlight I think it`s called. Not depressing, but it would be something awesome to die to.

I`d have to choose King`s Crossing by Elliott Smith. Depressing shit.

My mother buys them for me. Parents are allowed to buy you cigarettes here, and they're allowed to let you smoke. She doesn't really care, so yeah, no problem about it.

It's something I've tried to achieve, but I'm just a damned dilettante. It made me wonder whether it would be right for such interest to be forced, rather than it coming naturally. I'm interested in a lot of things, but I don't think I excel in any of them. Medicine, biology, music, drama, dance, painting, literature. These are the only thing I truly like. I like them but don't excel in them.

I'm not really charming, or witty.

Had a period where I tried getting into everything I could, but it was completely forced, and I feel stupid about it now.

Rambling, rambling.

I think mine was a simple dislocated shoulder, and it still happens from time to time, only less painfully.

At 1/8/09 04:05 AM, Cyberdevil wrote:

At 1/8/09 02:42 AM, Kalibur wrote: I wrote a shitty story about 350 pages or so, something about God being a giant piece of meat that's farming us. I don't think I have it anymore.

350 pages?! And you don't think you have it anymore?! Woah, anything larger than 10 pages I have archived as securly as possible for an eternal future.

It was larger than most of my stories, usually about a 100-something pages, but I'd kept it away for awhile. when I came back to it, it was just a bunch of iconoclastic, angsty writing, even more so than it usually is. So I threw it out. Honestly, everything I write is garbage, then I look at it and think "Jesus, what in the fuck was taking?"

I don't have most of my writings anymore. I can't stand to look at them.

At 1/8/09 02:24 AM, NeverHundred wrote: If you were literate and you read a lot of books you'd know that there were some pretty racy books for years before television even existed, De Sade comes to mind.... but I digress.

Jeez, I read 120 Days of Sodom. Thanks for reminding me.

Also, I don't think anything the world does is wrong. It will progress in the way it does, it won't matter a bit. Load up on the drugs, and fetishes and let's go for a ride.

I do believe, that as long no one is hurt unwillingly, society will come to accept most things. And why should there be a problem with that? We'll probably be dead by then, and it won't matter.

Smell. It would help out in a lot of situations. it could possibly kill you, if you weren't able to smell a gas leak, or something of the like, but I'd take that chance.

I don't eat anything remarkable, so it wouldn't matter much for it's help with your sense of taste.

I wrote a shitty story about 350 pages or so, something about God being a giant piece of meat that's farming us. I don't think I have it anymore.

Also, this isn't really a school related question.

Not that bad. I've seen pretty much all of my friend's dicks, mostly by accident, and there hasn't been any awkwardness. Just grow up, it's not a big deal.

Only thing I can think of is all the Billie Holiday on my mp3 player. I don't normally listen to that kind of music, but spending hours playing Fallout 3, the Billie Holiday song really stuck out for me.

I got cologne and shower wash. I didn't ask for anything, but they did it anyway, I think they're trying to send a message. It seems my "I'm a Crustie" excuse didn't work.

I'd much rather spend Christmas alone reading, then with my family. Even if I wanted to spend a Christmas with them, I don't think I could, it evokes strange feelings when I get to close to my family.

My brother read my Bertrand Russell's essays on the subject of religion when I was around 8 or so, and I had family pushing religion on me, so I figured fuck it, my brother's cooler than my mom, so I sided with him. Even then though, I wasn't strong in any convictions, I couldn't immediately call someone an idiot when they tried talking to me about religion, I just didn't want to argue it.

Although I wouldn't know the effects of his reading to me, possibly acting the same way religion does and making you believe someone simply because they're older.

It seems stupid now, as I only had a small understanding of what my brother was reading me, but I started to read more into it at a later age, and figured that there's probably not a God, and left it at that. I don't really persue the question anymore.

But at least I stopped having nightmares of Hell as a kid afterwards.

When you hear the cries of a man saying "Baby fuck! Baby fuck!"

Let us know.

The snow this year came a little prematurely, but not right now, I think it fell asleep shortly afterwards.

Wait, what?

Christmas was never special with my family, you don't get anything unless you ask for something. It seemed odd when I was a kid, rather normal now.

So yeah, it'll be like pretty much every other day, since no one asked for presents.

I used to weigh 200 pounds a few years back, then I flew up to 270, now I'm at 220, which seems all right when you're 6'4". Still need to get down more.

I'm doing essentially the same thing you're doing, except quitting smoking, don't think I could ever do that. I've never had enough determination to stay with the gym, or working out, things like that. Not much determination to do anything, really.

Good luck.

Someone needs to do a striptease video, like the one's where the stripper pops the balloons one by one, but with angry face stickers, removing them one by one from the body. Someone into masochism.

Yes, that is what your thread made me think of.

Good, I always destroyed VHS tapes somehow. I'd take out the tape, and then the black tape inside would be all over the place. Yeah, VHS hated me.

I don't ask for anything from anyone, so I don't feel obligated to get something for someone, which would then require several emails to stores, wondering if they have something, panic about whether or not I'll be able to go outside and grab the present, and the feelings of being outside.

I tell people this and they usually understand. So no, no presents.

I expect a quick wit on par with Oscar Wilde will say something along the lines of, "He spent a night with your mother."

I miss my cousin. He's not dead, he just changed after he got a girl pregnant. It's understandable, but it still sucks to not have the guy he used to be.

Films: Can't remember the last time I payed for a film
Music: I've only purchased 4 albums in my whole life, I've been wanting to rectify that.
Porn: Completely illegal
Software: Some cracks, most is free also
TV shows: I can never find what I wish to watch on television, so I stream most of it. Or steal it.
Video games: Mostly illegal

I've not met anyone from Newgrounds yet, but there are a few I hope to meet one day.

Although they live in the Southern states, and I live in Canada

(

I still want to shit on you.