"kiss-ass net friends"
 

Haha.

you have a couple. heh

...

hmmm

i don't know if people kiss each others arses more on the internet, or that it happens the same amount as IRL but IRL it's not done infront of everyone else

It's worse in real life.

It's also better in real life.

i was recently thinking about starting a thread as an inquiry regarding whether or not lone flanger was one of andy reid's troubled sons. i decided to sit on the idea because i am sorta a monster. but then i saw this and i thought wow holy shit. did andy's kid know vick?

April fools day two years ago, this topic was important!

2??

I'm trying to forget 2009. It's not been my year.

I hear that.

Yeah, our parallels again I s'pose. I have a funeral to go to Friday for my second grandma to go in two months.

The music thing is going like the best ever right now though. Connecting with people in ways I always dreamed of. So I guess I shouldn't pretend the year didn't happen at all...

I've heard before that the best art comes from suffering.

I've experienced that before, and I'm sure when we play it makes me want to release even more. But mostly it seems like a culmination of things I've been working on with my group for so long finally coming to fruition. I don't really have the cliched emotions of suffering going on, just a reeling head from all I've been hit by recently. I'm not really depressed or even anxious. Just kind of annoyed.

I kind of hate that expression, because it happens just as much that you use up all your energy in dead ends and in being hurt all in this effort to strip yourself to the core to experience the essence of yourself...sometimes you can just plain burn yourself out. Why cant the best art come from just simply enjoying and recognizing what is exactly in front of you, in all the greys that encompass what might be there when not focused so intensely on you ?

I've never been happy, so I can't really comment.

I need some of these

the best art comes from opbservant people, suffering is irrelevant

i can hear someone crying on the internet.

This is where we differ. I'm happy now. Just not completely happy, which is what all the damn fairy tales try to make us thing exists. I did ecstacy in the '80s when it was knew and really good, and I can vouch that such happiness doesn't exist. Just phone cords that feel sensual draped across your leg.

I've decide not to rep you for the spelling error, and because I probably can't anyway, since I'm only generally impressed with a handful of people here or anywhere (which makes it impossible for me to keep repping in general now).

However, you have nailed it so hard here that I want to kiss you on your stubble laden face.

Be careful, every time you make fun of somebody crying on the internet, a fluffy bunny in Kansas dies.

people just say that to justify their non-making of great art

something like the constant cock chucking between glice and americangod?