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Please refrain from excess venting in this thread. Talking about negative emotions is fine but it's best not to dwell on them for too long. TV Tropes is not suited to deal with mental health situations.
If Oscar Wilde had lived in our time, he would be a /b/tard.
Actually, scratch that. He does, and goes by Jethro Q Walrustitty.
Edited by GastonRabbit on Nov 11th 2022 at 8:59:26 AM
I am the metropolis, a genius loci of measures unmeasurable. I spread across the whole width and breadth of the world. I am everywhere and I see everything, though I do not remember it all, and I have little influence beyond the whispers of my chittering machinery.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."You've just got to turn off your mind and waltz into the stream, baby. Wade, baby, wade, way deep in the water.
edited 13th Apr '10 7:33:43 PM by LuckyRevenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Something like that, yeah.
Go! Go! Go! Or you shall see the horror that you truly do not want to experience the beast that lies beneath the surface of the reality you have come to know.
Also, I'm only kind of good at this.
edited 13th Apr '10 7:35:09 PM by LuckyRevenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."Note to world: I've never read James Joyce
I figure I will, though, since Imi has.
edited 13th Apr '10 7:39:55 PM by LuckyRevenant
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."And so it continues as it always has the flow of the information to all the pools of the grand city that looked over the ruined world.
What's the frequency Kenneth?|In case of war.I was born in a vat, though not raised there. One is never raised in a vat. But I was grown there. And when I burst out of that ichorous liquid, the fluid clinging tightly to my bare skin like spiders, I cried.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."http://ilivetodayav.ning.com/video/nextgen-space-suit-revealed
Welcome to 2010, when space suits get made by energy drink companies. One step closer to a Heinlein premise...
I will keep my soul in a place out of sight, Far off, where the pulse of it is not heard.Broken and mangled I continued on, though really I went no where. I knew this, but I did not relent, resolute in my desire to move.
They say the destination has no importance. They are liars. When all you have is a journey, you have nothing. Hope flees your dying eyes though you remain wide awake, in a manner like the figures in a painting live.
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."

High high high reaching the tower's arm high high like the daunting arm of a spiralling galaxy, shooting comets at a forgotten city in a lost land a forgotten district in a land that was never never was what
"I can't imagine what Hell will have in store, but I know when I'm there, I won't wander anymore."