Opium

You mean hairy? No, not really. It was a mild bush. I'm just a messy eater

I wouldn't qualify it as the "worst" as in it being a negative experience but I did gag/burp/choke on a girl's pubes once while I was doin the business.

Dark is a new German produced show on Netflix. You may be thinking, 'Why would I wanna watch a show in German,' and I'll tell you why: because it's an incredibly cool time travel show that deals with paradox, interconnected relationships, black holes, and mutilated children. Imagine if Twin Peaks fucked Donnie Darko and you'll get a sense of it. It's dark stuff, and it's beautifully made. It also features an incredible soundtrack. Anyways, watch it. And if you've checked it out, let's talk about it.

I'm sick of lovin and being loved. I'm a Lone Wolf, roamin with the last of the old buffalo. Sneeze and cough all you want -- I'm hunting for ass and yours is vulnerable and prime for a bite

I stopped playing this after I hit lvl 21 -- and partially because I found out you can't place more than one rug in your campsite.

You will find him if you want him in The Garden unless it's pouring down with rain

The accessory socket in my Honda CR-V is out and I don't understand how to check/replace the fuses

The electrical wires in my brain that desire intimacy as implanted in me by God or whatever chaos that dictates existence.

Ah, I remember this lady. Unlike you, I actually did take her up on the offer. I was poor (still am poor) and in need of a financial Midas touch. But when I got there, I realized her mansion wasn't really hers. It was ran by a guy named Jason, who she was casually sleeping with. Anyways they liked to shit on each other and were running a scat ring in Hoboken, which they offered me to be a part of. I said, "No, I've been getting shit on all my life (by The Man), a pretty rich woman doing it is just a change of scenery." So I left, and I guess she resorted to contacting you. Anyways, glad you're not as gullible, Vodka.

No, I don't trust myself with any ideas of the past. Most of the time I can't remember things that happened only minutes before the present. Yesterday I took a shit and brought Bram Stoker's Dracula with me to read while I was shitting. I left it on the counter and found it hours later, knowing that others had since been in and now know I took Dracula with me for shitting. That part doesn't necessarily bother me -- it was the initial horror of my failing memory at a such a young age that took me aback.

Maybe he just wants to make you a star.

I've been summoned ~ But I'm still here and I still fiddle with music, but I don't post enough now for anyone to care, I think. It was one thing to share when I was an active member but now I don't get on as much so I don't feel it's pertinent, I guess.

Are you basing this off the results of the Hadron Collider? The exploration of realm theory is intriguing but I doubt that Oblivion gates are impervious to black holes.

Serious inquiries only!!!

A movie theater near me (actually the movie theater Lee Harvey Oswald hid in after killing Kennedy) is playing Francis Ford Coppola's Dracula along with a live ballet on Halloween. I'm pretty stoked for it. Have no idea how they're going to incorporate the ballet thing but fuck it, baby.

Super Dark Times - 9/10 I loved this movie - the cinematography and colors are lovely against the narrative of a fatal accident affecting the teenage psyche pre-Columbine. If you've seen River's Edge then you get the basic gist of this movie, but unlike River's Edge, this one is so formidable in style and dread that it becomes magnetic. The dynamic between the two leads reminded me very much of an odd suburban re-imagining of Kaneda and Tetsuo's relationship in Akira, and a lot of the film is so ingrained in its 90's aesthetic that the comparison doesn't feel like a stretch. It's Donnie Darko meets Stephen King and it works, and the soundtrack by Ben Frost fucking rules. "I have no maximum velocity."

Eh, I didn't find Secret Lives to mean much to The Return. If anything it's been made arbitrary.

Nobody gets far in Hollywood without giving up some ass. If you think I'm a bad man for high fiving Katie Couric behind closed doors then you need to check what you've done to get where you are. You think I'm happy? I'm ecstatic. I drink goat's blood with my protein shake. I run 6 miles every day with Michael Jordan and we fuck behind dumpsters. Being a classic is more than wearing a hat on a bus.

I'm famouser.

Sounds lonely.

Man, how strange. The last post I had with him was in the Twin Peaks thread in the Television folder. I disagreed with him on something, and I checked back every once in awhile to see if he responded. I wondered why he didn't - had I somehow convinced him I was right? Did he not see the point in replying, knowing how these things go? How pointless it was? It still could have been those things, but knowing he's passed now colors it. Knowing that he won't see the series end - which from what I gathered it was his favorite show - leaves a faint knot in my stomach. And it reminds me that I could be him at any moment. Mortality is strange and you fucks need to stop dying so often.

ohno :painfap: :fap: