just feel like it's cringeworthy in here right now . . .
tainted?
just off.
Like these are shadow breads in some strange simulation and I'm the only one here right now . . .
it's a different take if you see them 'all' as bots. But then the logical conclusion of that? am I just a bot?
of course I know the answer to that.
but if there is no one else here, I might be the only one who knows this.
it's funny when there are these cringeworthy postings of a particular famefag. He's not fun like the one who likes to be rodeo clown, but he's . . . just cringeworthy.
and you can meme him anything, it's like he has no eyes.
but if it's only me who is really here then no one else here does have eyes.
I think of of a poem by Pavez . . .
but bots don't care about poetry.
And then we think 'maybe there is someone real, someone out there in this space who is worthy'
and if you think you find them they make them seem crazay to put you off.
wait, this is an act, don't fall for the person behind the character. don't see the real and fragile flower of a soul who is lurking just a little bit beneath the mask . . .
don't dare you break our actors from their roles in this deep dank larp that we got going on for a while.
but you just get used to them, like it's normal to hear their stupid wrong opinions. But it makes you feel good and safe because you say 'if they are able to say that stupid obviously false stuff that everyone knows is false, and ocme to no harm, then we are in a safe environment.
but caring means that you know that it's not always safe.
That's how they get - chaaa.
they make you want to care.
they grab you by the heart strings.
then they hold him over the precipace and say 'into the abyss ith this one. How dare you care about larper fagging on, don't dare try to love larper-fag-anon.
but he's not anon anymore.
He's the nuttzo anon no more, and flaming onward like a comet.
It goes on like that for weeks.
Eventually all of the various larper personas are chased off into hiding.
only the anon are left.
one week day morning last fall someone kind anon did explain to me how all of the , at that time, banter was bot. He explained that we were probably the only ones in the bread. It was an odd AM hour, mid week like a Tuesday.
but anyone who is real and pops up eventually is made to be raving antiQ or anti Trump shill through some strange effect of becoming known here. It's just far fetched.
As I type this I see somone saying you are three letter. and that we are the 'attack of the it's all bots shills'
no. Just real people who know what ths place can be when we let the shills and fakers hush us up.
the manic poetic famefag is often a useful person here, reminds us all to think for ourselves, expand our thanking.
there are few actual trolls here.
It's shill we don't want to feed.
Trolling serves the purpose to weed out those loose on the trigger and unhinged with their rethoric. Most of those who troll are actually fully grown anon, not trolls, but just very aware of how to break people out of fallacy and make them WAKE UP.
I did not.
I wondered off for a sleep and came back and it just seemed like the bread was empty, void.
but, of course, that was me behind a fog of having just woken up.
56 pages of Hannity cutting someone off?
"When I was working as a shoe shine boy chopping wood for the summer at my grandmas creemiee stand for pennies a day . . . "
I'll give it a shot.
He seems like a good guy.
I did get to it and looked through it a bit but I didn't find any particular part that gave me more insight.
It would be good as a dramatic reading for a podcast.
me mimacing Sean speiling on about his jobs is me admiring him by acknowledging a 'charming' trait that sometimes seems like an infinite aside.
something he could tame down and bit during an interview, say, with the president.
but it's Sean being Sean and that's good.