Number23 said:

You pretentious bastard.

Number23 said:

Go away!!

Those mars bars are going to your head....you are talking to yourself...or one of yourselves...

anniefannie said:

He just needs another hug.

anniefannie said:

I'm actually octophrenic. 23(1) is a loony left-winger and you could swim in his bleeding heart. A bore at parties. 23(3) is me and the guy that usually posts on the org. I find words working together sexy. 23(6) is a girl who loves being bent over by strong hairy men and 23(8) is an evil genius fascist, plotting, waiting, plotting, waiting.
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Number23 said:

That post was lame.

Number23 said:

Fuck off, 23(1)!

Number23 said:

23(8), you only hate because you're insecure about yourself. You need love. Remember there's a crack in everything - that's how the light gets in.

Number23 said:

You stole that from Lenoard Cohen you useless twat! You're lower than a snake's balls!

I am oddly intrigued with 23 (1), I am drawn to people who are needy. 23 (8) needs a hobby other than distruction and hate. 23 (6) needs someone to bend her over then, and 23 (3) seems to enjoy being different. That I can relate too. All of you go home and take a bath. Funk like that is just wrong....

anniefannie said:

By the way, where is 23 (2, 4, & 7)? Maybe they are shy. MMMM now you smell like money!

anniefannie said:

The other three are a siamese triplet. Three heads, six arms and four legs - but no mouth. So I don;t know much about him.

Doctors would seperate him, Americans would tour him and Indians would worship him.

Funny old world.

For the first time in my life....I am speachless. Medical oddities fascinate me...guess I am truly American.

MJ's cock

anniefannie said:

And I cannot spell either for that matter. I better go plug in...

TaoOfGimp said:

I heard it looks like a barber's pole. Silly man. Completely innocent, of course.

Number23 said:

octophrenic? you DO realise that schizophrenic itself DOESN'T mean split-personality, don't you?

that's right I'm here to ruin everyone's fun with the facts again!

btw, "Ever think the more your inner eye focuses on the prize, the smaller it gets?"

um....not exactly sure what you mean by that one.

mrdespues said:

You know exactly what I mean. The truth which glimmers and disappears when you try to focus. Walking subconcious, never trying to tune in. Surfing higer dimentional planes of existence with the Jinn and pookah. Watch colour fight the Light. You're an artist. You're in a relationship only with your muse. You're beyond human intetecting - you use it and dream it but don't ever live it. You are your muse. You know exactly what I mean, despues.

Taureau said:

Hey, I was gonna quote that!

sinisterpentatonic said:

I've forgotten why I actually quoted it! I'm sure it was something really smart

Number23 said:

sinisterpentatonic said:

I love that word, man.

Number23 said:

The reason Finnegans Wake was written like that

Number23 said:

noonblueapples said:

Never read it. Ulysees was interesting, but - and honestly now - I kept thinking 'what's the fuss about?' It's like a glass onion with all its hollow layers. It astounds and impresses but it doesn't kiss the soul in any way. Frankly, Joyce was a condecending arrogant bastard, who tried to take the piss out of the reader by consistently painting his intellectual superiority in bright colours.

His take on syncronocity is something which hit deep, though.

Obviously too deep. James Joyce anyone? Anyone? Harold Pinter? Mailer? Saul Bellow?


What the fuck am I doing here?
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Trying like Hell to impress the masses....

anniefannie said:

Annie. I've been on this website for three years now. I'm drunk, so I'll even tell you that I may have even met my soulmate through it. But that's a long fucking story, mmm.
Yet, after over 4000 posts I still have not merited an appreciation thread. My ego's not built that way, so it doesn't burn but what this proves to me is that, no, I'm not impressing anyone.
Still, I look at some of the no-marks and witless bastards and bitches on this site who are 'popular' and I really do wonder why I still hang around. There's about four people who I really like and the rest are ants. Although I like ants. I you draw a chalk circle around an ant, it can;t get out. It dies there. I like drawing circles here. But, honestly nad truthfully, I'm one of the good guys. I rebel against mundanity and mediocrity. I am filled with love but it mispent on me. I was born in a pretty body whicyh can easily manipulete people wiothout a word being said. I have a low opinion of the human race. I crave a higher connection. I thirst. I fucking thirst like a diabetic Mars bar.