On top of everything, there's no Fear

Man, seriously, he was way braver than the crew of the Enterprise... just him out there alone, armed with nothing but his heart.
And you’re telling me he didn't kiss her? Did you even see his mother's expression? I mean, what were you looking at, or rather, what *weren't* you seeing? From what perspective were you even watching? hm
The admiral, Vietnam—it's likely his own mother didn't love him much... and he ended up dying from love, just that stupid masculine pride. His son fought just to prove himself to her. He loved women in a way that was almost sickly; he couldn't be rough or cause scenes, he was just weak when it came to women... and he felt he could only prove himself to his dad one way: through a brave act, a conscious self-destruction. Death was calling his name, and he was terrified, but he wasn't allowed to be. It wasn't about the courage to die... honestly, everyone needs parents who are at least somewhat on the same page. amen

It’s basically just a freight train barreling toward you...

I'm terrified of being alone; I just can't seem to get used to it.
I'm scared I’ll actually die from a broken heart when my mom passes away—I feel so weak. I'm honestly just overwhelmed and feeling completely lost!!!

The bank account is bone dry, and the designer clothes are officially out of reach
The kingdom of illusion looks like paradise from a distance
but once you see the rot underneath, it's all just chaos and madness
& nothing but mindless compliance to some hollow, lifeless rule

Count me out
I’d much rather grab a bite with my best friends
than deal with the Giant family

...I could definitely keep going with the copy/paste thing. I’m honestly just fed up with Kenny; he’s such a jerk anyway...👋
Jonathan Reed4, what do you think? If you're down, I'll keep it moving. And if you agree, maybe Kenny will finally shut his trap, hehehe

Richard Murphy6 said:Btanja, what do you think? If you're on board, I'm moving forward. And if you agree, even Kenny will pipe down, haha.

Look, Richard Murphy6, it’s just bullshit. 👍

unnamed filing/metalika
No copy-paste here... total garbage.

I've been through this before
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The unnamed feeling
comes alive
The unnamed feeling
takes me away

Is this it?

That's the deal

peering deep inside to spot what's headed our way😢

So... are we actually any smarter now??? Did we actually learn anything at all?
Now that I’m sitting here thinking about it, my dear pupati... looking back at everything we used to write, all those debates we had, and all those copy-pasted songs and Bob Dylan quotes of yours... did we actually take away a single lesson from it all??

I sure didn't.

I just threw myself headfirst into the world... went totally nuts. I embraced my own madness and finally found myself... though finding myself mostly felt like wandering around lost. Whatever I could do, I just grumbled my way through, wandering along while holding my own hand like two total idiots. But whatever... it's all a lie. And so it goes, as long as this passive resistance keeps me going.

Man, how time flies... we were writing all this crap—so sincere and full of wonder—just six or seven years ago. Remember when I used to say "time is thickening"? Yeah, I think that actually happened. We aren't just growing in space; it's not just that we're getting bigger compared to our chairs, the bar, or the ceiling, or taking up more room in the house... we're growing in time, too. There's less time for everything, and fewer things left that can fit alongside us.

And I lost you somewhere along the way, my dear pupati, my dragon... lost you in this thickening time, as if the compression of time squeezed both you and your madness right out of my orbit while I was busy searching for myself. Latest news? Doesn't matter where. As long as there's boobs. You love boobs. Boobs are great. A friend of mine just got back from Chile with a whole new set of them. You would've loved them. I'm still obsessed with tangents, by the way. My entire freaking life is just one big, massive digression. One job after another, then laughter, then crying, then an idea, then a thought, then death... and we're all getting closer to it. I wonder if we'll keep growing in time over there, or if we'll just become part of the decor.

On top of everything, there's no Fear... man, how well we've aged. We were so original. All those nipples, rashes, HPV, toothaches, tumors, and other serious, nasty illnesses... we were just entertaining ourselves in our own little world—a world of madness, anxiety, Fear, and panic. And honestly, anyone who hasn't lived through that will never understand how original and brilliant minds actually functioned on this thread.

Pupati, my dragon, my best man....👍 🙂

It just hit me—I was thinking about Avi, 123, all those people involved in the illegal stuff, Jonathan Reed4, veronika27... just a massive pile of folks who jumped into this whole crazy ride... and you know what? That one comment from her regarding the way pupating works actually triggered a memory for me:

.... pupating was basically the pioneer of blogging. 🙏

Drew Richardson82 said:So... are we actually any smarter now??? Did we actually learn anything at all?
Now that I’m sitting here thinking about it, my dear pupati... looking back at everything we used to write, all those debates we had, and all those copy-pasted songs and Bob Dylan quotes of yours... did we actually take away a single lesson from it all??

I sure didn't.

I just threw myself headfirst into the world... went totally nuts. I embraced my own madness and finally found myself... though finding myself mostly felt like wandering around lost. Whatever I could do, I just grumbled my way through, wandering along while holding my own hand like two total idiots. But whatever... it's all a lie. And so it goes, as long as this passive resistance keeps me going.

Man, how time flies... we were writing all this crap—so sincere and full of wonder—just six or seven years ago. Remember when I used to say "time is thickening"? Yeah, I think that actually happened. We aren't just growing in space; it's not just that we're getting bigger compared to our chairs, the bar, or the ceiling, or taking up more room in the house... we're growing in time, too. There's less time for everything, and fewer things left that can fit alongside us.

And I lost you somewhere along the way, my dear pupati, my dragon... lost you in this thickening time, as if the compression of time squeezed both you and your madness right out of my orbit while I was busy searching for myself. Latest news? Doesn't matter where. As long as there's boobs. You love boobs. Boobs are great. A friend of mine just got back from Chile with a whole new set of them. You would've loved them. I'm still obsessed with tangents, by the way. My entire freaking life is just one big, massive digression. One job after another, then laughter, then crying, then an idea, then a thought, then death... and we're all getting closer to it. I wonder if we'll keep growing in time over there, or if we'll just become part of the decor.

On top of everything, there's no Fear... man, how well we've aged. We were so original. All those nipples, rashes, HPV, toothaches, tumors, and other serious, nasty illnesses... we were just entertaining ourselves in our own little world—a world of madness, anxiety, Fear, and panic. And honestly, anyone who hasn't lived through that will never understand how original and brilliant minds actually functioned on this thread.

Pupati, my dragon, my best man....👍 🙂

Relax with some Guinness, Kenny. Just pop a Xanax if you haven't hit morphine levels yet.🙂 😁

Don't you see? We were writing on women's health forums; it's time for us to metamorphose into hermaphrodites. Being gay isn't okay.😛

Richard Murphy6... man, you're a total nutcase!🙄>
And regarding those women-only threads... honestly, aren't we all just being absolute jerks from time to time?
Anyway, you hit the nail on the head... I always seem to start acting up in the fall, right when the first frost hits the attic... I guess it’s just the change in seasons. At least I can use that as an excuse!
Morphine Sax!!!

Oh, wait... I actually have something for you...

All my life I’ve dreamed of heading down to the river
Riding an old steamboat hauling salt
Carrying a long-lost love I'll never regret
With a thin, long cigar and a few gold nuggets
Just being Shane

Life on the frontier is dangerous and tough
But from now on, my name stands for justice
I can already hear the stories of Death riding right behind me
As I gallop red-hot past the fires at the edge of town

That's Shane...
That's Shane...

All my life I’ve dreamed of heading down to the river
Riding an old steamboat heading West with the sleds
Carrying a long-lost love I'll never regret
With a thin, long cigar and a few gold nuggets
Just being Shane
Just being Shane

While living a life I didn't even choose myself
My soul dreams of a dry wind blowing from the South
I hear the noise of the herd and see the city in the distance
As the thin veil of reality starts to fade away

I know that life on the frontier is dangerous and tough
But from now on, my name here stands for justice
On my gray horse, Death is riding right alongside me
Leading me to where my old sweetheart is waiting

Step out and fight!
There's no room in this town for someone like us
Step out and fight!
The street is empty, but eyes are watching from the windows
Step out and fight!
I'll take your life if you stay—I'm taking my honor back

That's Shane...
That's Shane...

All my life I’ve dreamed of heading down to the river
Riding an old steamboat hauling salt
Carrying a long-lost love I'll never regret
With a thin, long cigar and a few gold nuggets
Just being Shane ☕

Drew Richardson82, over and out!!!!

Monster in the closet!

I’m terrified of everything. Does that mean I have actual anxiety, or am I just a coward?
Right now, I'm freaking out over exams, my professors, my aunt at the job interview, even just walking through the hallways at the university...
The fear is so intense I just want to run away and hide somewhere, and my stomach is constantly turning in knots.

Might just go grab a Xanax and call it a day.

Look, man, it’s just a test... it’s not like you’re trying to save the entire planet from a rogue comet or anything.
Just stay brave... you haven't even shown enough symptoms to qualify as a regular member of this thread yet...
You’re honestly such a wimp. I really hope you aren't studying to be a lawyer; I definitely wouldn't want you defending me in court.☕
Final verdict: pre-normative.👍

swiftbison7 said:Can someone catch me up on what’s actually going down in this thread because I'm totally lost on what this whole monologue is even about😕

But then again...🙄