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About time for another one of these, haven't seen one this year as far as I can recall (which is not far but the acid flashbacks are worth it - who said that?).
So get to it and stuff!
1 Hedfix
2 Dringo
3 ßulle††
4 sweet Tooth
5 Kawada
6 Lipe
7 Vampyr
8 lcarus
9 Cycloon
10 Very_Metal
11 gerrid
12 Wink
13 FinalFantasyFanatic
14 Cong Man
15 cookie monster
16 rah
17 SHEEPY
18 Grix Thraves
19 Pandaemonium
20 Creepy
21 mermoid
22 crossbob
23 Tiltawhirl
24 Clazon
25 monkey_man
26 Wardy_MoD
27 Blank
28 phi11ip
29 gamesfreak
30 Revo
31 Tphi
32 Emitime
33 Surrealguy
34 mattributé
35 Rickoss
36 English_Bloke
37 munn
38 Puddin'
39 Chr1s
40 fire-starter
41 Kilgore Trout
42 Coin
43 Niddle
44 JFH
45 Ineedsleep
46 cweek2000
47 Bob_The_Moose
48 Goatboy
49 It Is Not You Its Me
50 Timmargh
51 Flock
52 Nashbrains
53 Paradox:
54 Chad Niga
55 Notorious Biggles
56 The Hibernator
57 Strafio
58 sPiKeCaSt
59 satans little helper
60 Whitestripes DX
61 Mav
62 Reefer
63 or†ega
64 RoJ
65 Silent Thunder
66 Light
67 Nimco
68 MR.COATES
69 Lucy Jane
70 The Winster
71 N64 Fan
72 SpongeBobSpermPants
73 Damarus
74 Green Ferocity
75 Forza - User Banned!
76 AfroJoe
77 Lil Bro
78 Mode
79 Tomoose
80 Grandprix
81 chris is nfs u fan [aka idiot #2]
82 Ashman
83 Ms NY
84 Robin
85 Geffdof
86 poopots
87 Jae
88 Shelljed
89 cipro
90 Virtuoso
91 Tyla
92 Mr Snuggly
93 Miserableman
94 AbsoluT Neó
95 Macintosh [aka idiot #1]
96 pb
97 DiscoDexy
98 WòókieeMøn§†€®
99 Colourless
100 AliBoy
So get to it and stuff!
1 Hedfix
2 Dringo
3 ßulle††
4 sweet Tooth
5 Kawada
6 Lipe
7 Vampyr
8 lcarus
9 Cycloon
10 Very_Metal
11 gerrid
12 Wink
13 FinalFantasyFanatic
14 Cong Man
15 cookie monster
16 rah
17 SHEEPY
18 Grix Thraves
19 Pandaemonium
20 Creepy
21 mermoid
22 crossbob
23 Tiltawhirl
24 Clazon
25 monkey_man
26 Wardy_MoD
27 Blank
28 phi11ip
29 gamesfreak
30 Revo
31 Tphi
32 Emitime
33 Surrealguy
34 mattributé
35 Rickoss
36 English_Bloke
37 munn
38 Puddin'
39 Chr1s
40 fire-starter
41 Kilgore Trout
42 Coin
43 Niddle
44 JFH
45 Ineedsleep
46 cweek2000
47 Bob_The_Moose
48 Goatboy
49 It Is Not You Its Me
50 Timmargh
51 Flock
52 Nashbrains
53 Paradox:
54 Chad Niga
55 Notorious Biggles
56 The Hibernator
57 Strafio
58 sPiKeCaSt
59 satans little helper
60 Whitestripes DX
61 Mav
62 Reefer
63 or†ega
64 RoJ
65 Silent Thunder
66 Light
67 Nimco
68 MR.COATES
69 Lucy Jane
70 The Winster
71 N64 Fan
72 SpongeBobSpermPants
73 Damarus
74 Green Ferocity
75 Forza - User Banned!
76 AfroJoe
77 Lil Bro
78 Mode
79 Tomoose
80 Grandprix
81 chris is nfs u fan [aka idiot #2]
82 Ashman
83 Ms NY
84 Robin
85 Geffdof
86 poopots
87 Jae
88 Shelljed
89 cipro
90 Virtuoso
91 Tyla
92 Mr Snuggly
93 Miserableman
94 AbsoluT Neó
95 Macintosh [aka idiot #1]
96 pb
97 DiscoDexy
98 WòókieeMøn§†€®
99 Colourless
100 AliBoy
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Then teach me. But wait you can't because you preach a tools words, a man who was truly free wouldn't be here to preach.
Wink wrote:
> Oh Tribute, you try so hard. Im losing faith in you.
TO have someone who's still connected's faith would be an insult. To truly have faith, you have t be prepared to try and disconnect yourself. I love how you try to rebel when you're simply playing into the mans hands. You're doing exactly what he wants you to do and accept his truth. Play his game. If any of you ever do see the truth and feel true freedom, I know that you'll realise just how right have been in these posts. As it stand, though, the man is controlling you and telling you that this is wrong. You'll probably never see the truth.
> Oh Tribute, you try so hard. Im losing faith in you.
TO have someone who's still connected's faith would be an insult. To truly have faith, you have t be prepared to try and disconnect yourself. I love how you try to rebel when you're simply playing into the mans hands. You're doing exactly what he wants you to do and accept his truth. Play his game. If any of you ever do see the truth and feel true freedom, I know that you'll realise just how right have been in these posts. As it stand, though, the man is controlling you and telling you that this is wrong. You'll probably never see the truth.
Oh Tribute, you try so hard. Im losing faith in you.
Tribbers I really hope you are C&P'ing this crap. :D
Where do you want the hole? :S
I wish I could bring msyelf to call you my equal. I wish I could trust you and discuss the true ways of teh world with you, but every thought that crosses my mind telling me to do so is just another sign that the man is coming back into my life. Your words are so deeply shallow that I could swim in them for hours, letting your astounding choice of words pleasure me in every way imaginable.
But, as much as you dress it up, you hold know truth. You are a false god. A false virtue. Someone for the puppets and pawns who are still being controlled by the man to look up to, for them to believe. You're just another sign of the Americanisation of teh world, another way to give support to the man. Another way to mock all those who have died trying to get freem to unwrap themselves from the webs that covers them, that leaves that blind to teh truth and open only to the red, white and blue of lies.
I reach out for the fire, and the heat draws me in. It's cold being free. The lies cover you, make you lead the pointless existance that you hold to be true. You may mock me with your words, but I know the truth. I know what is real and what is fake. And, despite all your hyperbole, all I can se written by you, 'Maunder', is a lie.
But, as much as you dress it up, you hold know truth. You are a false god. A false virtue. Someone for the puppets and pawns who are still being controlled by the man to look up to, for them to believe. You're just another sign of the Americanisation of teh world, another way to give support to the man. Another way to mock all those who have died trying to get freem to unwrap themselves from the webs that covers them, that leaves that blind to teh truth and open only to the red, white and blue of lies.
I reach out for the fire, and the heat draws me in. It's cold being free. The lies cover you, make you lead the pointless existance that you hold to be true. You may mock me with your words, but I know the truth. I know what is real and what is fake. And, despite all your hyperbole, all I can se written by you, 'Maunder', is a lie.
I don't know half the people on that list..
Tear.
Tear.
You know nothing of the steps.
You know nothing of the façade.
The steps I wrought myself: scratched out between time and space, in the silver sliver betwixt life and glorious death. Do not mock me with such shallow words, my soul is in those steps - my being was drawn out along the pleated marble, my eyes cut open and bled from top to bottom. My heart beat in time with the hammer. Without my bleak, my dark, my pain-wrought new sight, there would be no steps for you to taunt me with.
I am no lesser, and your words show you plainly up to be - hooked by a million lines deep into the core of the machine, the tainted power coarsing through your naive veins. Every move twitched in rhythm to the gods of blue and gold, high on clouds of falsehood. By your words - but your breath - you are a pawn.
The façade, I see, you know nothing of.
This alone shows out your innocence - your devotion to the light, to the preen and gleam and the cobbled flickering image of the cool.
Nothing you see if the real. It is a shell - as I say, a façade, a meaningless exterior. I have free reign, the man knows nothing beyond the iron crust, the power grid is rerouted around me, I am untouched.
The words, the life I have built up - see how if fools even you, one so close, one so promising (if only you would look inside yourself - past the locks and keys, past the soldered dreams, the bolted-on causes, the hopes nailed to your subconsiousness by HE)
Inside, where everything is near, I roam free beyond all words, beyond the likes of you. Unwilling apprentice.
Know of the façade. It will have changed again the next time you blink. Evolution passes in a second in this world. The man controls yours. He drips it out, and you are grateful because you know he could give you nothing.
Maybe it would be better if he did.
You know nothing of the façade.
The steps I wrought myself: scratched out between time and space, in the silver sliver betwixt life and glorious death. Do not mock me with such shallow words, my soul is in those steps - my being was drawn out along the pleated marble, my eyes cut open and bled from top to bottom. My heart beat in time with the hammer. Without my bleak, my dark, my pain-wrought new sight, there would be no steps for you to taunt me with.
I am no lesser, and your words show you plainly up to be - hooked by a million lines deep into the core of the machine, the tainted power coarsing through your naive veins. Every move twitched in rhythm to the gods of blue and gold, high on clouds of falsehood. By your words - but your breath - you are a pawn.
The façade, I see, you know nothing of.
This alone shows out your innocence - your devotion to the light, to the preen and gleam and the cobbled flickering image of the cool.
Nothing you see if the real. It is a shell - as I say, a façade, a meaningless exterior. I have free reign, the man knows nothing beyond the iron crust, the power grid is rerouted around me, I am untouched.
The words, the life I have built up - see how if fools even you, one so close, one so promising (if only you would look inside yourself - past the locks and keys, past the soldered dreams, the bolted-on causes, the hopes nailed to your subconsiousness by HE)
Inside, where everything is near, I roam free beyond all words, beyond the likes of you. Unwilling apprentice.
Know of the façade. It will have changed again the next time you blink. Evolution passes in a second in this world. The man controls yours. He drips it out, and you are grateful because you know he could give you nothing.
Maybe it would be better if he did.
Surrealguy wrote:
> What the hell is going on here? I thought it was about popularity and
> now we are getting a grim insight into the world of mattribute's
> casual sex with satan's flowergirls. I suppose it could be called
> off topic.
This is not off-topic. This is more on topic than anything you have ever read before has ever been. Everything you write, everything you read is a product of the connection. Your strings manipulating you to see, think, act that way. When you're free, you don't see text, numbers, words anymore. You see colours, patterns and designs. You see the intricacy of which each and every one of you are connected to it, and just how uch of a lie your existance has been.
> What the hell is going on here? I thought it was about popularity and
> now we are getting a grim insight into the world of mattribute's
> casual sex with satan's flowergirls. I suppose it could be called
> off topic.
This is not off-topic. This is more on topic than anything you have ever read before has ever been. Everything you write, everything you read is a product of the connection. Your strings manipulating you to see, think, act that way. When you're free, you don't see text, numbers, words anymore. You see colours, patterns and designs. You see the intricacy of which each and every one of you are connected to it, and just how uch of a lie your existance has been.
Final Fantasy Fanatic. In those 3 words, joined together by the spaces the man has deprived you of, you've instantly stopped any chance of you leaving the 'web' that those of you still connected could refer to as 'the matrix' The truth is, the matrix is the closest any of you have ever actually be to fact. If the Wachowski brothers hadn't have stolen their ideas directly from my poetry, I'd have been more impressed.
FFF, your name is dirived from your deep connection to a game which the man created to keep you under control. To make sure your brain is occupied whilst the strings keep you hard at work. Working to produce more money, more blood, more energy for them. You have no choice in the matter.
The minute you let go of these deep connection is the minute that you set up the first steps to freedom from their oppression. I know that these words will be reprocessed and reformed in a post of yours in the future as you gloss it with fancy words which the connected consider 'intelligent', but I can only keep trying to inform you in the hope that some of my words may, one day, reach you.
FFF, your name is dirived from your deep connection to a game which the man created to keep you under control. To make sure your brain is occupied whilst the strings keep you hard at work. Working to produce more money, more blood, more energy for them. You have no choice in the matter.
The minute you let go of these deep connection is the minute that you set up the first steps to freedom from their oppression. I know that these words will be reprocessed and reformed in a post of yours in the future as you gloss it with fancy words which the connected consider 'intelligent', but I can only keep trying to inform you in the hope that some of my words may, one day, reach you.
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