jiminski wrote:I love this place kind of.. i think i love what it was and hanker after the resonance of it's teenage persona.
We had, when i sat in the background and made the odd supercilious post on the shirt-tails of creative posters, a place where individuals found the energy to plot. The energy to try to bring down the establishment. .. hmm you see that sounds ridiculous and destructive, it sounds like a dysfunctional place. .. it was not, it was a special place in which genius bothered to brush shoulders with the banal satisfaction of amused, disdainful intelligence. It was a troublesome place which tested all of us with its vibrant want.
Hate and annoyance are the antithesis of utopia but the paradox is .. they make it wake. Without the opposite of perfection we can not be made to discover perfection.
I am sad that i do not come to these forums to be challenged by deviant genius's who can be bothered to create challenge.
love, jim
I don't post as much anymore due to specific intentions not because of a positive ripple in the Conquer Club Forum's continuum. I suppose to balance out the same intended reason I don't wear clothing when I gallivant around town. Just socks to be frank.
You see lower case Jim, we all have our individual false senses of security just you go ask anybody who wears pants and it will all become clearer. Hell, ask yourself for cock's sake. It just so happens that lurking in the shadows would appear to be our own.
Truth is, this place has become a quagmire of pissy moaning fueled by other posters feelings of self entitlement, kicky feet tantrums and gimme gimmes. It's a Disney site now and fairly soon we will be able to take a picture alongside Minnie Mouse...excuse me while I cream myself at the exact thought...so you see, there is no longer a demand for a battle of the wits. What with all of this brand new excitement going on and all.
Besides, when are you going to wake up from your Ambien® induced coma and realize that mourning over lost pixels of digitized troops, whining about what another invisible person typed on the global system of interconnected computer networks, and barfing out surrealistic triviality is by far more stimulating?
By the way, your fly is down.
