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.*the cracks appeared with black pigeon speaks' video: shibuya halloween 2018: western nightmare made real... listen i loved this **** the whole internet counter-media commentary... but when you begin incorporating your competitor's styles of presentation, i.e. computing forever & paul, john.... john paul... watson... **** john paul watson... no... paul joseph watson, yeah... it's burnout... and all these internet commentators will be the drowning men forced to cling to a razor to stop themselves from drowning... that's not a defeatist statement, like i said: i enjoyed the content... but if it has become such a tedious... self-reflection retrospection of content... sometimes i'm like... **** on me... even i don't drink in front of a mirror, and talk the: mirror, mirror on the wall, like these chaps... dunno, maybe it was a momentary clique fetish... but sure as **** it's ending; which is somewhat, a shame... oh well.* i'm sitting there, zombified for a a while, and then...                      SNAP OUT... why am i watching all this internet                 commentator ********    esp. surrounding replying to comments in a live-chat stream?            what, is, wrong, with me? nostalgia...                        yeah... once upon a time it was all fun...      but fatigue has set in,    the same commentators have become demoralized...                 plus i haven't had enough whiskey and i ate a meal quiet late...    so i partly dozed off on the windowsill... so if the content creators have become demoralized...     had to branch out to LGBTQ                       erm...        FTIGMB platforms... oh... right... Gab is down...                so while  i snapped out of it, i was like...    **** it, better get onto fixing the jukebox and reading some book and ****
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
the day the internet changed
.*the cracks appeared with black pigeon speaks' video: shibuya halloween 2018: western nightmare made real... listen i loved this **** the whole internet counter-media commentary... but when you begin incorporating your competitor's styles of presentation, i.e. computing forever & paul, john.... john paul... watson... **** john paul watson... no... paul joseph watson, yeah... it's burnout... and all these internet commentators will be the drowning men forced to cling to a razor to stop themselves from drowning... that's not a defeatist statement, like i said: i enjoyed the content... but if it has become such a tedious... self-reflection retrospection of content... sometimes i'm like... **** on me... even i don't drink in front of a mirror, and talk the: mirror, mirror on the wall, like these chaps... dunno, maybe it was a momentary clique fetish... but sure as **** it's ending; which is somewhat, a shame... oh well.* i'm sitting there, zombified for a a while, and then...                      SNAP OUT... why am i watching all this internet                 commentator ********    esp. surrounding replying to comments in a live-chat stream?            what, is, wrong, with me? nostalgia...                        yeah... once upon a time it was all fun...      but fatigue has set in,    the same commentators have become demoralized...                 plus i haven't had enough whiskey and i ate a meal quiet late...    so i partly dozed off on the windowsill... so if the content creators have become demoralized...     had to branch out to LGBTQ                       erm...        FTIGMB platforms... oh... right... Gab is down...                so while  i snapped out of it, i was like...    **** it, better get onto fixing the jukebox and reading some book and ****
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
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