…Fuck this, filtering all of the godcucks. No patience for this NPC shit.
…God lovers, satan lovers, it matters not, to anon. All archaic dogma.
…Ah sweet, a numerology dig. (Anon often 'sees' the number 15, like others see 11's)
…Perceptual or actual?
…Beauty means fuck nothing, with out intellect.
…If this is true, anon would end up having to plant a whole rose bush, or three.
…Lurkin'?
…Might as well play something obscure. (U-men - Dig it a Hole)
…Anon clicked that shit. Daydreaming of being in some smoke filled dive, kickin' back a few beers and there for the live music.
Nirvana - Radio Friendly Unit Shifter (Live And Loud, Seattle / 1993)
…One last tune. Anon has a soft spot for the late 80's - early 90's 'Seattle sound' (Pacific Northwest, in general).
…There goes 'attention to detail' all to Hell.
…Yeah, back when a person could smoke inside. Being a Gen x'er, it was the last generation to have experienced the less pussy whipped days, before everything went fuck up.
…Must be shift change.