Harry Tuttle Wrote:
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> I can't write a single fucking thing...
>
> I can't write a "thoughtful", introspective, post
> without hearing postpoppunk's pussy-ass tone...
>
> I can't make fun of dumb-dumbs, like Conie,
> without hearing eesh....
>
> I can't write shocking things without hearing Mr.
> Misery....
>
> I can't write abstract, vaguely coherent, posts
> without hearing blisters...
>
> I can't write ironically without hearing Alias...
>
> I can't write... at all...
>
>
> I have lost my voice...
>
> I can't even debate... all my favorite debate
> topics have been done and done again... The
> positions are the same, but the people are
> different... Re-runs...
>
> Same goes for all the "conspiracy".... Re-runs...
>
> I was a man with a mission... a purpose... This
> name used to mean something to me.... It doesn't
> anymore... It's been warped and faded...
>
> I've lost my "role" in this forum....
>
> I'm trying to keep it real... but there's even a
> certain phoniness to that...
>
> And that concludes my faggy post...
it seems we are in the same existential depression.
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