A better question would be, how can anyone create so many accounts & spout so much meaningless drivel over a year?:huh:
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Hmmm..Since I'm not around all that much, I'm kind of curious as to why you were originally banned myself. I probably read about it at one time or another, but I don't remember the reason. Multiple accounts, maybe? :pinch:
I do believe it was Biggles who introduced me to this board. He told me there was a place where people like me were accepted; a place where we could live out our lives in peace with all the crayons and colouring in books we could ever want, and no sharp things or loud noises to frighten us. When I arrived I was immediately greeted by a welcoming party fronted by JPFugley, who almost immediately informed me he was going to ignore me because I wasn't funny or interesting :cry:. Then Crabgirl and Biggles told him I WAS funny and interesting and to stop being a cock, and he did. The rest is history.
I have grown to very much appreciate the members here for their wit and humour, and for being so kind to me, and I appreciate any kind words or assistance they've spunked my way. Fanx guise :wub:
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Very good.
Wimmin, eh. 14 days later they're out clubbing, grinding some hunk's less muscular parts, ignoring the value of wit.
offer something smart once in a while
fuck off
Lol
Lot's of people like me so tell me something I don't already know.Quote:
Originally Posted by manker
Honey badgerQuote:
Originally Posted by manker
Funny how my post was quoted and then words were written. You might learn something about posting if you realized thats how you direct a comment towards someone. Do you want anymore lessons?Quote:
Originally Posted by burnsy
It only seems arrogant to you because you have no idea what youre talking about.
Honey badger, like.Quote:
Originally Posted by chavis
Aaron,
I'm afraid you've stumbled into a thicket of accountants and scientists, you have to cut them some slack, they're not very good at thinking and interacting with normal people.
Careful, Dave, he'll pawn you like a knob.
This being the New Years revolution thread, and all, shouldn't you be swearing of stockings, or something.
Yes please :)
Teeeeeech meeeeeeee stuffs... lots and LOTS!!!!!!
You mentioned in one of your other posts something about using Google, and also another thing, maybe about how people should realise who you were... soooooooooooo:
Having had a quick glance to see what kind of cock muncher you are, I'm sure I could learn loads from you...
Your other profiles certainly belie your obvious superiority to everyone else, and also made me laugh too :D
http://www.myspace.com/hikaricore
http://ubuntuforums.org/member.php?u=150191
https://twitter.com/#!/hikaricore
Now why not run along back to the thetvdb.com, where you're apparently some kind of Moderator, and carry on pwning your n00bs... coz you're obviously a god of the tinterwebz!!!
All bow before the ginger ninja :wank:
Ginger ninja :glag:
Lessons for hikaricore:
Those people you're @ing on twitter are not reading your tweets, so what you should have learned here is that you make many efforts to no ends. No, she doesn't want to talk to you; if you need some advice on that, talk to Dave1.
You are a tool, I am almost willing to bump an old thread to sign you up.
Using Linux or Apple doesn't make you leet, using T-mobile does.
Now a question,
Are you the reason the TVDB has been starting to suck balls? I have had to do some weird renaming for the TVDB scraper to pick up anything (e.g. Beavis & Butthead). I remember when it used to be a user contributed community, now with so many things locked it appears it's a little tyrant playground.
You make it sound like bandwagon hopping is inherently negative. Should he have just let the bandwagon pass by and refuse boarding just because everyone else interpreted it as a convenience? Does it matter that it shared his destination? Perhaps he just likes staring down horses asses, are you really going to fault him there?
Or are you still trying to argue your bandwagon fallacy defense? That because everyone has the opinion that you are a sad, stalking, witless, vane coward, we share a common belief and therefore must be all wrong, i.e. the bandwagon fallacy fallacy. No that can't be it, let's just assume it was the first thing.
You remember Darthy pointing out to me about how my opinion was worthless ("really means fuckall") well guess what? So does yours and his.
I stepped back and allowed the mod team of the board to check my posts out and they haven't found any reason to ban me. That'll be because they can actually see that the imaginary stalking posts you all keep lying about, don't exist.
Nobody wants you banned, Dave. That would be tragic. I think we'd have quite a chore drumming up a spastic of your precision and persistence, Dave.
Have you considered the likelihood that the mods don't want you banned because it's much more of a justice to just sit back and watch while you entrench yourself further into all that jealousy and rage, Dave?
It's The Dave Show and it's live and exclusive on FST to the max. :smilie4:
Ooooo this is new... what's the jealousy angle then? Cause we haven't heard this new twist in your delusions before, and I'm sure it'll be fascinating to all those members who are on the bandwagon with you, even if it is boring the arse off everyone else.
I'll one up you, if you don't mind Burnsy. Everything's in spoiler tags. Makes the dramatic reveal more entertaining.
Spoiler: Showhttp://www.ratforum.com/search.php?searchid=54816
Rats are the right kind of magnet for the wrong kind of pussy, compadre. Don't just assume that I think you know what the latter is, though. Just a couple of girlfriends hanging out:
http://i.imgur.com/HQviL.png
Spoiler: ShowAnd then these little gems written on your private blogs, actually got me laughing for a good 20 minutes, and I do really imagine it was addressed to your rats (at what? 9 days, waiting for their eyes to open?):
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dawn begins to break and your eyes are nowhere to be found. the sound of your voice echos softly down my cheek as i wish to hear it again. siting waiting time seems mocking as it's hand is shown, five of a kind, the four of hearts.. my soul gets the notion that the clock is cheating trying to bring more decks to the table than are welcome, and my heart wants to know that it is only the timekeeper who is in the wrong. i find myself nesting in a chair, words of either little or great meaning gushing out of my fingertips onto the stale slate of a simple machine which stares less than blankly back at me. the soundtrack to this event in my life the morning calls of possibly dozens of birds and i wonder if they're missing someone as much as i miss the angel i long for. track two fades softly into the sound of raindrops being smashed into oblivion as they drift downward towards the plate of metal atop the heater's vent, the tempo rises as heavier clouds draw near. concentrating hard enough to ease the music of the outside world from my mind, i'm now enticed by a monotonous tapping of keys and the creaking of a tattered armchair as i shift slightly. much of this air that surrounds me is chilling, but still i feel the warmth which you give to me..even as many hours have passed since you were in my arms. sitting cracking my toes almost nervously i wonder if the current state of alertness..almost trance like will pass..if my tiring body will lull me into slumber. knowing and feeling sleep will not come swiftly, the muscular systems which encase my skull tighten with every passing moment as the windows to my soul strain to see the very text which is pushing me to this point. thinking cautiously of where you lie as to not tempt this train of thought into suspicious environments, there is great trust for you inside. slowing as the rain, this thought has reached it's end.. good night to you sweet angel, i wait patiently for your safe return.
i love you,
--aaron
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it's been a long time since i've really just sat down and poured the contents of my heart onto digital paper. but then i have to wonder if after this great a time my emotions on all current matter will hold me back from saying everything i really want to say. to help myself into this process, i've started a completely new journal and plan on keeping it a secret until such a time that i see it's safe for me to reveal myself.
episode 1::the end of the world::
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it wasn't too long ago that i couldn't even looking at myself in the mirror without second guessing who i was looking at. whether or not the events that unfolded were just all in my head and created by my subconscious desire to be anywhere and anyone but me, i'll never know.. but the fact remains that something did happen to me, something i don't care to revisit, but still something i must explain here.. if only to myself.
the setting was galion ohio. after several periods of homelessness, some shared with other ravers, and some in seclusion brought on by my self pity of being left for dead (alone) once more. i found myself not too far from where i had previously suffered and felt helpless to do anything. don't get me wrong, i was with good people, who helped me through a lot... might i even say saved my life... i was not content with who and where i was. i hated my job and everyone i worked with, with the exception of this one girl with a 'johnny the homicidal maniac' tattoo, who vanished without a trace one day. the answer came to me in the reminiscence of my past experiences with dxm. i had seen and known things prior to their taking place, while not considered too strange to most, this idea grew ridiculously (possibly not, but for the sake of explanation, i will say i was wrong) in my mind and i was soon living a daily delusion. the feeling that i was not in control was so strong at times i thought again of killing myself, but something wouldn't let me.. it was seemingly obvious enough that i was myself and someone else at the same time. not in the cliche fight club sense, but definitely i was finding it very difficult to focus on or control my own actions. i began writing under the name adrian, and i began telling everyone i knew that i was going away.. the writing i had been doing was for them, and it included cryptic messages; dxm related stories; and songs and poems i had written in the previous couple years. i remember writing this... but at the same time, i don't remember it.. i can't tell you what it says because i don't remember. but i know i have it in a file somewhere and i'll post a link to it HERE soon. I started having ideas relating to the end of the world and mass chaos.. sitting here now i can look at it and say i was wrong, but at the time it was real.. maybe just to me, but real none the less. not even the span of a week had passed yet. i came to one night in the upstairs bathroom shaving the last of my hair off the back of my head. at the time i remember entering that bathroom, i was planning to take a shower, and several hours had passed since then. i obviously wasn't myself. a couple days after, i had quit my much hated job, done a great job of scaring a couple people (tho that was not the intention), and was off to leave the state. if you know me at all, you know that didn't happen, something stopped me at the last second, and i slipped out of my distressing state. for the time being.
episode 2::phreaky deaky 3::
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after little thought of were i was going or what i was doing, i managed to find myself among friends.... no friends is the wrong word... temporary allies in an upper class suburb of dayton. i don't really know how i've managed to settle here even as well as i have, but that's thought for an entirely different day. the setting is centerville, and i am currently living with my friend nina and sleeping on her couch. nina's always been nice to me, and we get along quite well, in fact.. in the beginning i almost had myself convinced that i was attracted to her in some way.. maybe it's that irresistible raverslut appeal and the thought of fucking her bent over a table pulling back her head with her little braids.. but i guess that is off topic. this feeling quickly passed but things were still good, she was lonely after having lost mouse, and i had nowhere to go. and now to present the main focus of this segment of my recall of the events that have passed in the creation of today: phreaky deaky 3 was my first party in a long time, as usual a lot of my really good friends were involved in stupid drama a few times that night. still unknown to me, what provoked me to buy a pill. i still have to get the picture of that pill developed, but be sure when i do, i'll post it HERE. but that's exactly what i did, i took a chance on E and i rolled for the first time ever. a notable moment in that night: i met sylvia and shelly who are from kentucky. but the main focus of my roll, was my obsession with sarah. and for me to get the full point across here, i have to backtrack even more to the free party at hirum. sarah and frank had gone together to pick up mighty mouse.. at a time before they were together, and sarah had eaten a pill that night. it really doesn't matter what happened, most people assumed they were just off fucking the shit out of each other, but they said they got lost, and again it doesn't really matter. when they got back everyone (steph, trissy, ashley, joey, e, dan, probably a few people i can't remember, and myself) was either pissed at them or worried to death (overreaction?) for some reason everyone was pissed and when sarah and frank walked back through the door 5mins after the party ended, i had to redirect them and explain that everyone was flipping. soon we were outside and once all the yelling had stopped, i was standing with sarah, and she was crying.. i couldn't understand what i felt in that moment, nothing has ever touched me like the look on her face that day. i loved sarah, in that moment i loved sarah with all of my soul, i kissed her forehead, and i never got over that. --return to pd3-- after i was rolling, i found sarah, and kept her to myself. i was cuddling with her and staring into her eyes all night, i wanted to kiss her and keep her forever. she even kept frank away from us for awhile... not long enough for me. to keep from going through this story again, i'll tell you that i rolled with sarah again at helloween, and much the same thing happened, and we even kissed, but in the end she was frank's and i couldn't have her no matter how much i needed her.
__even if i feel the same now, and i don't. i ignore it, sarah can't feel what i felt. so i can't be with her. i accept this a continue the search for my love.__
episode 3::bugs in the mirror::
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my previous thought that once you know, or have a general idea of what's wrong with you is flawed... the point i missed is that you also have to fall as far as you possibly can, and still make it back alive. i was again unhappy with my life, my job, where i lived, and add the stress of a non-working car in cold weather. i had been talking to this really cool girl before this happened, but something about her scared me and i stopped talking to her completely, stopped seeing her completely.. and then there was a familiar young woman i now refer to as pixie, that i began speaking with again. i don't know what sparked my sudden re interest in her, infact i know she asked a question kinda like that once, before this time the only times i had spoken to her was when luke was fucking nina, and she was worried that her boyfriend was cheating on her. at the time i really hadn't seen them doing anything, so i told her this, but i should have known what was going on... and that i was offering the false hope to this lovestruck girl, that her boyfriend was not banging nina (who while i'm going into such a broad range of detail, started ignoring him, after specifically trying to get him to leave his girlfriend)... it was this first time talking to kayci that i decided that she was interesting to me, and i soon found i had a lot in common with her. for some reason i didn't talk to her much for awhile, then it picked back up a little while (not sure the exact date) before i almost died. i'm unsure of the events leading up to this in their entirety, but from what i do remember, and what i've heard i'll try to make this as accurate as possible. i was sitting on the couch watching a movie called "waking the dead" and i was thinking of going to sleep. at this point what i actually did, and what i remember doing are very skewed i went to speedway and got tomato juice and pepperoni sticks, also there i must have bought the atleast 3 tubes of dramamine from the bargain bin as justin tells me they were. the total contents of those tubes was almost 2g of dramamine. if there was more than this, i left no proof as i left the packaging for these in the trash. i remember falling asleep to the movie, and waking up very confused. at that time i didn't know what was wrong i tried to sit up and watch the movie, but i was very itchy and i had to pee i think... not sure if i really did or just went to the bathroom in confusion. a few minutes in the bathroom i do remember, i smoked a cigarette, somehow dropped my lighter into the toilet (at the time i thought the lighter was my phone), and i opened the closet to get a towel to take a shower. then it all went to fucking shit. random flashes of events, that nowhere nearly add up to a whole. standing in the shower wearing my socks in the dark, i didn't even notice when the water got cold. throwing up over and over again... enough to clog the bathtub drain. eventually the water began overflowing and water and stomach acid/bits of food covered many things in the bathroom. the shower walls were smeared with the pinkish red liquid i had brought into existence from my stomach, a thick paste covered the shower curtain, and what was floating in the water was probably not pretty either. at some point i slipped in hit my head while i was in the shower, leaving a large gash by my right eye, hell i don't know how i didn't drown. the earliest memory i do have after "going completely insane" was a voice screaming at me to turn off the water... even that task took what seemed like hours, as i kept drifting out of conscious control. i was unable even to get dressed. luckily for me i was still wearing my socks from my shower... by the time i was out of the bathroom, they had dried entirely. i remember from time to time looking in the mirror and seeing someone besides myself looking back. adrian was in my eyes, and there were bugs in the mirror. i don't know how long i sat naked on the floor before i was able to even crouch enough to try putting some clothes on. but i managed to put all of nina's kandi on that was sitting on the counter. and i also remember grabbing someone's change.. but i didn't mean to. i even have subtle memories of someone hitting me near the door, i can't prove it, i can't even guess who, i just have this idea of someone hitting me. which is more than possibly just an abstract idea i came up with at the time. i was out of sorts to say the least for the next 2 days. then i was fine, and i felt free, safe... and adrian was gone.
" i live under every letter on this page,
and exist in your every breath.
my name is adrian,
and i will never die. "
you were wrong. i have fallen, and survived the journey.
episode 4::return to solstice::
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halloween 2003 was seeming the most interesting day to me since i accidentally grounded myself to my car battery. i returned to nina's after work, to find the power out, and find everyone still there, waiting for james. nina started to be overdramatic about the feel of the night, and insinuating that we were all going to die. we didn't. we didn't even come close. after getting completely lost thanks to nina's impecible sense of direction, we finally made it to the party at 12:30 and it was no longer halloween. i started off the day by buying myself 2 pills through james, then helping sarah buy one. after about an hour we were beginning our roll. i kept sarah with me for the reasons previously mentioned, but somewhere we ended up apart. re enter sylvia and shelly. we were all rolling, and they decided i was going to be their boyfriend for the night..ok!...i wasn't about to argue with that in my state of mind. we all messed around a little bit and the three of us kissed at once. this all went on for a few hours as far as i know. before i decided that i liked shelly, and sylvia understood, staying with sarah?! not sure how that one happened. anyway continuing on: if you know me at all, you know everything is fucked when aaron decides he's in love... and i'm suseptable to making bad decisions when i'm rolling for the 2nd time on two really good pills. i basicly decided (and with help mind you) that i was in love with shelly, and that we were going to spend lots of time together. to this day i've seen the girl twice and both times we fucked around with nothing to prove for it, and cuddled, and talked about her boyfriend. i actually almost had a nervous breakdown one night when i drove home from her house, stupid me. anyway, she's dumb, only wants to fuck me and suck my cock, and as much as it pains my hornyness to say this, i need her stupid bullshit games like i need a coffee pot up my ass... happy new year shelly, stop calling me.
episode 5::pixie::
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i've never been really big into new years eve parties, but i was hoping this year it could be different. i had talked to kayci earlier in the day and she said that she would be there too. i told her we should hang out sometime in the night, and i think she reluctantly agreed with me. at the party i passed her about 15 to 20 times after saying hi to her twice, my eyes locked onto her each time she passed, and i caught her looking at me a few times. i finally found my pills at a bad price, and sarah and i took them together, and after awhile we were rolling, sometime after that point i ended up running into kayci and i latched onto her, and i'd like to believe her to i. ofcourse as usual this is the point that i will remind myself that i rarely ever know what's going on around me and my mind makes things up. we wandered around and cuddled together most of the night and i think i was with her at midnight, but i don't remember that detail. towards the end of the evening we talked kind of seriously, she mentioned that she had thought i just wanted to get in her pants. i assured her that was not my intention, although i would not object to getting in her pants, i really enjoyed her company and cuddlyness. :) somewhere else around this same time she asked me to come home with her, it took at bit of work going to an afterparty we didn't want to be at, then meeting bethany so i could drop off my roommates at her house so i could spend time alone with kayci. my sweet pixie, i don't know what will happen next, but it's almost nice not knowing exactly what to expect every single moment... and i hope to spend more time with you over the next year. i wonder what's going on in your head, and if you feel the same way, but there's so many things in the way.
you did say to go for what you want, no matter what the cost.
i'll take your advice as far as i can pixie
...
cold nights,
and uncertain tomorrows.
--aaron
Spoiler: ShowAnd now, for the coup de grāce, a humble mirror of Nancy's private photos:
http://i.imgur.com/1qh5S.jpg
I'm surprised a man of your intellect hasn't figured out privacy settings, or how to keep your shirt on when there are 8 guys and 1 girl in the room. Odds are you were baiting in the wrong target.
What a badass. Is your skin always that pale, or does it only get that bad on the days you cut yourself?
At least I've learnt you're not "suseptable" to mockery.
You do realize bandwagon has a 'd' in it, right? We're not all asking to have you banned, we aren't riding the banwagon, we simply have pointed out it makes little sense that you stick around. You clearly haven't done much to entertain yourself here. If I wrote 2-15 posts per day defending myself, I would have at one point evaluated my approach and reason for doing so.
Now, I don't doubt that you think we're clearly stupid. Repeatedly claiming the same thing expecting us to eventually believe it, however much it contrasts your actions, would put us on the same level as perhaps, Allen. I mean, you do actually think it will eventually pay off, right? That must be why you keep doing it. Is it trying your patience to train us, didn't you even start taking count?
I am a worthless growth of fur and flesh, please keep repeating, I will learn eventually. Don't worry, it won't be for naught if you just keep at it. No, you weren't given a three-sided square, but you'll be damned if you can't make it fit.
Dave you're obsessed, mate. Some anonymous African is probably using your posts as a reference guide for his masters degree. He'll go on to better things and you'll be famous.
This has to stem from jealousy, Dave. More specifically, inadequacy. Acute inadequacy amplified by frustration and a moustache and post-traumatic stress disorder from some imaginary war you think you've been in, Dave.
Tell us your war stories, Dave. When did you last have sex with your wife, Dave?
Look at it my way, Dave.
Going on the past six months worth of posts, exercising logic at all times (whether you chose to believe that or not), I am buried by the evidence that you're a bitter, jilted, jealous, borderline psychotic who really, actually, gob-smackingly still thinks he's right.
You've posted nothing to alter our perceptions. Rather, you're almost disturbing. Quite, you've become a cartoon, Dave. Can't you see that? The more you struggle, the tighter the grip, Dave.
Where is this evidence chavis? You know my "bitter, jilted, jealous, borderline psychotic" posts. The ones you claim I've been making to "stalk" her.
See that's your problem chavis you can't actually produce anything which supports your delusions.
I say "all I lost was a liar who manipulated me" you claim I would want to stalk someone who has actually done that to me. You never explain why I would want someone like that in my life again, remembering that I already pissed away five years being lied to and manipulated by her. I'd have to be a full on psychotic to want her anywhere near my life. So claims that I would stalk someone like that don't add up. They haven't since way back before she outed herself, since way back before everyone jumped on your bandwagon.
You're perfectly entitled to like her, you're perfectly entitled to interact with her in whatever way you like. Demanding that I have to give any kind of fuck about her or anything she thinks or feels is a waste of your time though, cause it aint going to happen. She's a sociopath, and just as she didn't give any kind of fuck about me or anything I thought or felt, so I am not going to give any kind of fuck about anything she thinks or feels, and all this "you're a sociopath" crap you're all trying to project onto me here, is worthless, cause for five fucking years I proved beyond any doubt that I did give a fuck about her, what she thought and what she felt. So it's not me who has the problem, and I don't want anyone who has that kind of problem anywhere near me, so I'm the last person who is going to stalk her.
Your claims don't add up at all, and there are plenty of facts in my posts which should have indicated that to you.