Nah, really. This place is shit. The contents of the underworld have been discussed to the point where losing a thought over them is redundant. I'm not going to debate what a soul is, either.
This forum is basically a virtual "Fight Club" without a cool song in the end. We come here to hurt eachother because our lives are so boring and meaningless. Well, at least that's my reason.
I used to make topics about literature, botany and chemistry and about funny stuff but either they got ignored or ran over by assholes trying to fight because I called them names before.
I don't go into the Tech forum and talk shit for example. I leave those people alone. None of my business. That's my positive contribution to the forum.
More power to you, Bill Krozby. I support your cause. Good luck.
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This forum needs a change, and I think if we all care about this "community" we all together need to step up, stop the hate, and re-unite. A lot of people here I've noticed have talents, and personality that are being wasted. And I think if we went in a more positive direction it would help us all. I'm not saying "oooh you should make ur Bill Krozby dogs like this" I'm saying we should point out each others attributes instead of the negative ones (or at least do it in a productive manner, unless they fucked your wife)
I'd personally like to see each and everyone of you succeed at something you love before you die, because you only have one life here on earth. at least this one anyways, so you may as well make the best of it.
Things are going to get rough for all of us pretty soon, and I'd like to know that, If I had a friend in chicago and was coming to texas, he can count on me, and If a buddy dude was in Holland and needed a place to stay, he could count on me.
and also I'd like to see more of you on tc, I miss by buddies like mark, and zokjr, and even my old cat bubba. They were all homies and thats what it's all about. We might even be able to stop the problems in Palestine and make it a safe place for people to go visit.
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everyone is too busy laughing to reply so far, ACTUALLY. You know I can't play teh bones, and I don't feel like getting rekt over and over. Bill Krozby will play with you he said.
I'm sure he can read artard. He's looking for more than one person, dominoes can have up to 4 players sometimes even more.
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no one found that funny M?s. If yall want you can just email me at BradleyW90 at Gmail.com and let me know you're down to play if you aint dealin with Tinychat
everyone is too busy laughing to reply so far, ACTUALLY. You know I can't play teh bones, and I don't feel like getting rekt over and over. Bill Krozby will play with you he said.
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Give us an account of your real life experiences with poltergeists/ghosts. Try to keep it serious.
When I was about 10 or 12 years old, I walked into my mother's bedroom at about 3 in the morning. She was sleeping on a king-sized, wooden-frame bed, which weighed at least 200-300 pounds. I opened the door and the bed was right there in front of me floating about three or four feet off the floor and rocking gently from side to side and too and fro, just like a boat on calm water. I went into complete shock for a moment and my entire body froze like an icicle. I literally could not even move a single muscle. After about a full 30 seconds, my muscles started to unlock and I walked forward until I was at the foot of the bed. When I got to the bed, it was still floating three to four feet off the floor and gently swaying in mid air. I reached down, feeling like I was caught in slow motion, and passed a hand under one of the legs. It passed right under, back and forth, nothing there holding the bed up. It was no mirage. It was no dream. No trick of the light. Right there I knew it was for real and my life view changed forever. There are invisible people, or creatures, or things, or whatever they are, right behind this curtain of reality we live in, and right there I knew for a positive, verified fact that they are for real.
I walked around to the side of the bed and saw my mother laying there sleeping peacefully as she gently rocked in unison with the bed, just like she was sleeping in a boat on calm water. Then I called out in a loud whisper, "Mom... Mom.... Mom...", getting louder and more urgent each time, but she didn't answer, so I reached out and grabbed her arm firmly and called her again, but she still didn't wake up. The bed continued to float and hover this entire time. Then I yelled really loud, "MOM!!" and twisted her arm a bit and pulled on her, and her eyes finally opened, and at the exact same split second her eyes opened, the bed came crashing down onto the hardwood floor all at once so hard that wisps of dust came up out of the cracks of the floorboards. Then I told her what just happened, but she didn't believe me. It really did happen, though. This is a true story.
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