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2017-07-23 at 5:10 AM UTC
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2017-07-23 at 6:07 AM UTC
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2017-07-23 at 6:25 AM UTC
Originally posted by What_a_Kreep Hey, I'm 50% Dutch! My dad is 100% Dutch,
My last name is the American translated version of my great grandfather's last name, it was too hard to pronounce so when he came over to America they changed it for him.
I know homeslice. We have spoken of these matters before. My great grandfather's name doesn't even sound Dutch. Imagine having to pronounce that. -
2017-07-23 at 7:51 AM UTC
Originally posted by Piles of Crack I feel like smashing my fucking head in with a brick
I often feel like I want to drive a power drill straight into my brain and let all the pain and disease out.
I've mentioned the concept of thanatos before and how it relates to my life, why my actions have been so consistently self-destructive for so long. I think I may have a perpetual urge to die, to return to non-existence, that never fully goes away, even during manic moods and happy moments.
I think I'm the kind of person that could commit suicide even at their happiest moment, having been genuinely happy for years, over a decade.
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2017-07-23 at 9:41 AM UTC"It is good to be a cynic—it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed."
Lovecraft was severely depressed for most of his life. Suicide is a wonderful thing. No matter how bad things become, at least you can always return to the eternal peace and safety of non-existence.
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2017-07-23 at 9:50 AM UTCThe nice thing about spending all your waking hours in a small inflatable pool surrounded by alcohol containers is that you could just lazily pour it over your mouth without worrying about spills or mess, even use the sanitizing effect as an alternative to showering. Then if you ever became desperate enough you could just drink the pool water, which would re-hydrate you as well.
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2017-07-23 at 11:05 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice The nice thing about spending all your waking hours in a small inflatable pool surrounded by alcohol containers is that you could just lazily pour it over your mouth without worrying about spills or mess, even use the sanitizing effect as an alternative to showering. Then if you ever became desperate enough you could just drink the pool water, which would re-hydrate you as well.
A character on Trailer Park Boys fills an inflatable pool with liquor then lays in it and just lets it absorb into his skin. -
2017-07-23 at 1:25 PM UTC
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2017-07-23 at 1:26 PM UTC
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2017-07-23 at 1:27 PM UTC
Originally posted by Malice I often feel like I want to drive a power drill straight into my brain and let all the pain and disease out.
I've mentioned the concept of thanatos before and how it relates to my life, why my actions have been so consistently self-destructive for so long. I think I may have a perpetual urge to die, to return to non-existence, that never fully goes away, even during manic moods and happy moments.
I think I'm the kind of person that could commit suicide even at their happiest moment, having been genuinely happy for years, over a decade.
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-07-23T08:11:46.878277+00:00
Originally posted by Malice "It is good to be a cynic—it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed."
Lovecraft was severely depressed for most of his life. Suicide is a wonderful thing. No matter how bad things become, at least you can always return to the eternal peace and safety of non-existence.
Ultimately I think universal suicide may essentially be how the end of life occurs.
Originally posted by Malice The nice thing about spending all your waking hours in a small inflatable pool surrounded by alcohol containers is that you could just lazily pour it over your mouth without worrying about spills or mess, even use the sanitizing effect as an alternative to showering. Then if you ever became desperate enough you could just drink the pool water, which would re-hydrate you as well.
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2017-07-23 at 3:23 PM UTCI love drugs or beer in the morning on the weekend
I hate being forced to live in the den of my moms house and have her scream at me about mundane shit every hour
I need mxe so I can just fucking leave. Too bad it's gone, blah -
2017-07-23 at 5:39 PM UTC
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2017-07-23 at 7:01 PM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie I know homeslice. We have spoken of these matters before. My great grandfather's name doesn't even sound Dutch. Imagine having to pronounce that.
It's funny to that this was a requirement for coming to the US back then. To me, there is nothing in common with the original sounding of my great grandfather's last name and what it is today. They sucked any smidgen of ethnic diversity right out on outta there along with any extra vowels, goal was to make it sound as boring as possible. They were off to a good start, the first letter sounds the same fore sure, but then they decided to go off script picking 2 random English words, smcooosh them together and *BOOM* You're an American now.
The things that bother people, people in power, never cease to amaze me.
Come on over, it's the land of liberty, be anyone you want to be! -- except for anything that's hard for the most of us to pronounce. That would make us feel stupid, and we're not stupid, we're Americans. You're stupid, GTFO.
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2017-07-23 at 7:07 PM UTC
Originally posted by What_a_Kreep It's funny to that this was a requirement for coming to the US back then. To me, there is nothing in common with the original sounding of my great grandfather's last name and what it is today. They sucked any smidgen of ethnic diversity right out on outta there along with any extra vowels, goal was to make it sound as boring as possible. They were off to a good start, the first letter sounds the same fore sure, but then they decided to go off script picking 2 random English words, smcooosh them together and *BOOM* You're an American now.
The things that bother people, people in power, never cease to amaze me.
Come on over, it's the land of liberty, be anyone you want to be! – except for anything that's hard for the most of us to pronounce. That would make us feel stupid, and we're not stupid, we're Americans. You're stupid, GTFO.
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Eh at least back then the concept of "integration" seemed passingly important in America. Oh well, but it's funny you should mention it because i sometimes hear Americans with last names like: Van der Beek. Which is 100% Dutch, grammatically as well. -
2017-07-23 at 7:09 PM UTC
Originally posted by Malice I often feel like I want to drive a power drill straight into my brain and let all the pain and disease out.
I've mentioned the concept of thanatos before and how it relates to my life, why my actions have been so consistently self-destructive for so long. I think I may have a perpetual urge to die, to return to non-existence, that never fully goes away, even during manic moods and happy moments.
I think I'm the kind of person that could commit suicide even at their happiest moment, having been genuinely happy for years, over a decade.
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-07-23T08:11:46.878277+00:00
ur so edgy do u hav girlfred -
2017-07-23 at 8:41 PM UTC
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2017-07-24 at 2:08 AM UTC^ sploo
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2017-07-24 at 2:16 AM UTClol, and sploo has already asked me to rereg
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2017-07-24 at 2:36 AM UTCMy youngest just took a shit on the kitchen floor. Nothing in life has prepared me for this
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2017-07-24 at 2:37 AM UTC
Look at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. There you will see God pointing at a limp-wristed Adam
and saying, You are my bitch, so recognize. And he does, and you do too. All of a sudden the
rest of the ceiling floods into perspective. Now you have all kinds of bitches, and now they and
their relations make sense. There is not just one bitch being Adam, but bitches become present
in their multitude and, most importantly, one non-bitch. This anchors the ĐeiliŶg͛s narrative. If
God didŶ͛t ŵake Adaŵ his ďitĐh, there would be no recognition. The bitches would come and
go and no one would be talking about Michelangelo. It is the arrival of the non-bitch that is
truly meaningful, but this analogy can only take us so far. Κet͛s look at the iŵpliĐatioŶs iŶ our
real world of bitches and to what it means for a bitch to make himself a non-bitch by making a
bitch a bitch.