Parting is such horsing around
So here shall begin a series of posts that i boldly proclaim to be my last utterances on a site such as this. A process in miniature, perhaps to beat the horse till it's unrecognizable.
Or it could be the last post, always treat everything like it's the last, that way the bad is endurable, and the good is appreciated.
2 nights ago was the most extraordinary time i've had with my kindle ereader. I was adding those Delphi editions like crazy, authors and poets i've wanted to get into, a part of having everything i'd ever need in that increasingly priceless item held in the palm of the hand.
And went back to youtube premium, even put my photo there, in youtube and maybe goodreads will be the only socializing i do, on youtube is just a comment, and then if i'm lucky a comment to that, every single time i comment after that stage is like nothing happens. On goodreads probably nothing till i've downed like 200 books (2 years) in order to not say completely stupid things, like i normally do here and in the good old days EP, and AB.
One might say why i'm going, and my reasoning is, like previous post the other day stated, my modus operandi has slipped into the anti-social terrain, and whenever i do anything, i know then that i shouldn't. As long as SW is available i can't not do anything here.
The reason i won't be able to return is that over 4 years ago or so i made about 30 or so private accounts. I was sick in the head over someone is all ya need to know. And i can't recall the password for all but one email account, and when mr maggot goes kerploof, that email account won't work here.
I did indeed not too long ago made my SW account go kerploof, and then about a month later beseeched Nuno to reinstate me, he had some stern words about how this isn't what normally happens, so i do not take this lightly, and perhaps too seriously, like i'm the centre of the universe or something.
Few days ago when i tested my limit, much of it was seeing myself in the Bjork stalker who killed himself on his video camera. Slight differences exist though, one being i'm less overweight and more hairy, i love Bjork, but don't mind in the least who she sleeps with or what their skin color is. She is a beacon of light since 2001 when i fell in love with her art, the art and the person is one and same thing for me as a fan. But still, i do a lot of talking to myself, there's very little human contact which are shared with that guy. It's chilling to just dip into his video diary which is preserved mostly on youtube, you have to go to vimeo for the ending. Pay no heed to this if morbidity isn't for you. But in defense of morbid interests, it's like having a taste for the horror genre, it creates a sensation of doom, and i like that, i like to see where i can go before it gets to be too much, and in that instance it was no one thing but also the reading of a book that had some creepy vibes i've never been accustomed to before. The side effect was simply bodily discomfort, the feeling of little living underneath the skin, perhaps an egg in the head, and the newly born get to explore my arms and legs. 🤣
37 hours to go, and 9 hours till sleep, mathematicians to your calculators!!!
Or it could be the last post, always treat everything like it's the last, that way the bad is endurable, and the good is appreciated.
2 nights ago was the most extraordinary time i've had with my kindle ereader. I was adding those Delphi editions like crazy, authors and poets i've wanted to get into, a part of having everything i'd ever need in that increasingly priceless item held in the palm of the hand.
And went back to youtube premium, even put my photo there, in youtube and maybe goodreads will be the only socializing i do, on youtube is just a comment, and then if i'm lucky a comment to that, every single time i comment after that stage is like nothing happens. On goodreads probably nothing till i've downed like 200 books (2 years) in order to not say completely stupid things, like i normally do here and in the good old days EP, and AB.
One might say why i'm going, and my reasoning is, like previous post the other day stated, my modus operandi has slipped into the anti-social terrain, and whenever i do anything, i know then that i shouldn't. As long as SW is available i can't not do anything here.
The reason i won't be able to return is that over 4 years ago or so i made about 30 or so private accounts. I was sick in the head over someone is all ya need to know. And i can't recall the password for all but one email account, and when mr maggot goes kerploof, that email account won't work here.
I did indeed not too long ago made my SW account go kerploof, and then about a month later beseeched Nuno to reinstate me, he had some stern words about how this isn't what normally happens, so i do not take this lightly, and perhaps too seriously, like i'm the centre of the universe or something.
Few days ago when i tested my limit, much of it was seeing myself in the Bjork stalker who killed himself on his video camera. Slight differences exist though, one being i'm less overweight and more hairy, i love Bjork, but don't mind in the least who she sleeps with or what their skin color is. She is a beacon of light since 2001 when i fell in love with her art, the art and the person is one and same thing for me as a fan. But still, i do a lot of talking to myself, there's very little human contact which are shared with that guy. It's chilling to just dip into his video diary which is preserved mostly on youtube, you have to go to vimeo for the ending. Pay no heed to this if morbidity isn't for you. But in defense of morbid interests, it's like having a taste for the horror genre, it creates a sensation of doom, and i like that, i like to see where i can go before it gets to be too much, and in that instance it was no one thing but also the reading of a book that had some creepy vibes i've never been accustomed to before. The side effect was simply bodily discomfort, the feeling of little living underneath the skin, perhaps an egg in the head, and the newly born get to explore my arms and legs. 🤣
37 hours to go, and 9 hours till sleep, mathematicians to your calculators!!!
