****** f@ggot shill and f@g
oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard
trips and dubs and even quads
but OP won't deliver

rate us, hate us, sauce pls now
in this thread we save a cat
mods, is this under 18?
the /b/etards at it yet again
but we don't talk about it

cringe us rekt us make us laugh
this thread's preventing suicide
****** racism sexism ****
we mostly rate body parts in /soc/

normies not welcome
******, alpha, femanon
is a girl? **** or ****!
welcome to the internets
pics or it didn't happen

gore thread? not enough!
self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap
the "cesspool of the internet"
is really not that bad

Hideaki Anno: teaching post-structuralism since 1995

"oh, there's no meaning here, but what do i know"

you brilliant *******, you think we'd fall for that?

Shinji was strangling Asuka for no reason at all?

was it emotional dissonance from different ego-states?

have I read into this a tad too much?

i won't believe that he just snapped!

i don't want you to tell me, but i do wanna know

suicide of the author and all that

i want to talk to you about how they frightened us
when we were still innocent, in awe of this world
        the truth, about how our parents were victims too
and perpetrators, just like we are bound to be,
just like our children will be too        like they lied
to protect, led us blindly, shaped us in their image
and likeness        i know it doesn't matter, for we all
soon will be parts of this uncontrollable machine
which surrounds us, feeding us corpses and ghosts,
relentlessly        but i want you to remember, though
it matters not, since we always forget: we were not the
builders        we were born inside it, so long ago,
for longer still, so many generations        the machine
the system | the circle | the order | the pyramid
the womb | the stage | our world
they frightened us, like the others, they divided us
they separated us, they segregated us, they labeled us
as if we were numbers or colorful pawns
like pawns they sculpted us, with much force,
shaped crowns and helmets and hats and they
carved us deeply, know this, with terror and violence
and deceit, know this, they did it more than once
they carved weapons in our hands
        and, slowly, they made us slayers, with
words of deceit that hid the truths we always knew
        but you don't remember, i know, our roots
that our materials do not differ
        and that the same chaos makes our bodies move
forwards and together, with passion and desire
        and you say you have not forgotten
but i know you all have, because they changed the words
one night, and by dawn they hanged our poets,
        for they would not obey their laws
the machine! the machine! tentacles, nets, gears
and flesh of slaves hold it all together, but the
machine, it is an idea!                and I talk, on and on,
but you won't understand        they scared you
and now you prefer silence, peace
even though voices reach us through the clatter
of metal        from time to time         you do not
hear them?        yes, no one is screaming
why would anyone scream?        the tumult
of gears crashing bones, the tentacles that drain
blood, the bony webs that crackle are but a melody
        i frighten you too, i guess, against my will
let us be silent once more

unlike many atheist crusaders, Lemmy gets it

"god was never on your side"

that is the point, nothing less, nothing more

existing or not, in a universe so vast

i' d call child services on your space-dad/mom

i mean look at this place and look at us all

all this is very, very flawed

[possibly offensive?] [possibly a rant?]

a classmate i barely knew
can't even recall her name
she asked, the simplest thing:
was i okay?

others said, well,
don't give him the attention
he'll only cut more

well, i' m over that, but,
from time to time
i see the same idiocy
emerging

what a rotten world
self-righteous world
were harm is all but mended
were weakness is offending

cannibals deny the right
to self-destruction
they moralize
and legalize
their own desensitization

just do not mark the skin that shows
just smile and wave and cry alone
just rot inside but do not die
we don't have time

i wish i could say:
if i was suicidal, i' d  like to make sure
society got what it deserved

i' d cut my wrists and paint my school
i' d scream "you ****ts did wrong me greatly!"
i' d let them know inhumanity has a cost
i' d let them know, let their kids know,
let the news show what selfishness is

I think that would be educative!

if it could be arranged
i' d have my body torn post-mortem
cut in little pieces, thrown all around
with little notes of hate
i' d even mail some!
(well, not me personally)

and it should cost time and money
and scar some kids
and make mothers cry
and be a gift of bitter empathy
as slap to the face
a kick to the nuts
since happiness and life
don't weigh that much these days
not more than bibles or grades and such

and that is selfish,
not the emo kids, not the shy ones,
not the harmless ones you bully
I would be selfish
I think that would be righteous

and that's because
i cannot stand these words:
"suicide is selfish!"
"real problems!"
"simply stupid!"
"attention ******!"

some friend you were
crude and foul and restless
ranting on and on
about all the little things
and all the greater things
while i listened
as i advised
but you did not stop to hear
did not stop to feel
the pain of mine
when i wished to be heard

some friend you were
always pleasant
almost never there
you didn't really care
you had so many things to do
claiming a relationship
between me and you and others
but you were a passerby
just a happy bird that always nested
on other trees

some friends you were
for many years
one would expect
some tears from you
but no, not even one
the things we shared were few
only i dared say that
because not even one
of you did bargain
not even one cared
i smell of rot still
miserable fools

you, some friend you were
the trusted one
you owed me very much
honeyed words won't do
i needed some friend too
was too much, i guess
i' d ask for more
but you've already crossed me
wretched ****
to me, from you, with hatred

and lastly, you,
i won't talk about you
not here too
i pretend you are forgotten
you were the best
and so much more
but i' ll remember you
as both, so... no...