A Toast to Banned and Disappeared Posters

[82_28]

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Well I invited him over to the lounge for a nice chat.

I'll toast him too.

I think he suffered from 911 overload.

I can understand how that can happen.

No.

There are no coincidences.

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Well fuck that shit, Los. Welcome to manipulated planet earth. He was, for lack of a better term, an oracle of just simple knowledge. All he did was bring up information here in true faith and trusted that others could keep their motherfucking egos in check and that he would be respected. Well, fuck that. Now he's gone. And I know why. He suspended himself, whereas I would have gotten the suspension from on high.

[Nordic]

He was showing some strange sides of himself lately. A weird right-wing and woman-fearing side. I was starting to wonder if it was the same guy as before. Seriously.

Considering some of the things that came out of his virtual mouth, I thought he was getting off pretty easy. Unless I missed something. Which is likely.

[Hammer of Los]

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He was showing some strange sides of himself lately. A weird right-wing and woman-fearing side. I was starting to wonder if it was the same guy as before. Seriously.

Damn man.

You'll be triggering my paranoia again.

But the applauding Giuliani was a bit much.

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[ninakat]

Nomo and Orz (watching RI on a computer monitor, having just instigated something)

[Nordic]

Well it was weird, wasn't it? Or am I the only one who thought so?

[Nordic]

By the way, what happened to Stephen Morgan? He seems to be AWOL.

[Wombaticus Rex]

He was showing some strange sides of himself lately. A weird right-wing and woman-fearing side. I was starting to wonder if it was the same guy as before. Seriously.

Same.

[IanEye]

Just wanna say, wtg, kool kidz. 8bit's out.

*

“A traveler, in other words, my friend, was journeying on foot to the house of a companion – not me – where he was going to spend the night. He had been walking all day, and even though it was already late and night was coming on, he was tired enough to rest his feet when he came to a ruined abbey. He sat down, took off his boots, leaned against an iron fence, and began to rub his feet. An odd series of noises made him turn around and peer through the bars of the fence.

“Down below him, on the grassy floor of the old abbey, he saw a procession of cats. They were formed into two long equal lines, and were marching forward very slowly. Now, of course he had never seen anything like that before, and bent forward to look more closely. It was then that he saw that the cats at the head of the procession were carrying a little coffin on their backs, and were making for, were slowly approaching, a small open grave. When my friend had seen the grave, he looked horrified back at the coffin borne by the lead cats, and noticed that on it sat a crown. As he watched, the lead cats began to lower the coffin into the grave.

“After that he was so frightened that he could not stay in that place a moment longer, and he thrust his feet into his boots and rushed on to the house of his friend. During dinner, he found that he could not keep from telling his friend what he had witnessed.

“He had scarcely finished when his friend’s cat, which had been dozing in front of the fire, leaped up and cried, ‘Then I am the King of the Cats!’ and disappeared in a flash up the chimney. It happened, my friend – yes, it happened, my charming little birds.”

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[Hammer of Los]

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I also wonder where Stephen is.

I liked Stephen.

He reminded me that I really am a larping half elven wizard who thinks he can actually cast spells.

Well to be more specific, I am a half elven monk/cleric/druid/wizard.

So, thanks for that Stephen. I'll toast ya.

Oh, and I wrote a poem for you today Ian.

I love you Ian.

You da man.

It's called "Turn me on dead man."

Turn Me On Dead Man.

The Salmon Pen doth Leap to Hand;
Recalls the Yarn of Pepper's Band.
A Tawdry Tale, it must be Told
Of Accidents, and Corpses Cold.

A Star died Thrown from Cycle Seat;
Without him the Band wouldst be Dead Meat.
Swapped for Horse Man from the North,
A Subterfuge their only Recourse.

Yet Same he Look! And Same he Sound!
QED! The Chorus doth resound.
This Riddle doth Recall to me
The Demon of Descartes' Decree.

Whaddya think?

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[jingofever]

Stephen Morgan has been posting comments at the Cannonfire blog.

[IanEye]

i have no doubt 8bit will return

Los, i enjoyed your poem very much
i read it backwards and forwards



forgive & forget
it is time to make amends

forgive & forget
it is time to make amens

[Hammer of Los]

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Forgiving is easy.

May God help me but I cannot forget.

I cannot forget anything at all.

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[Nordic]

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Forgiving is easy.

May God help me but I cannot forget.

I cannot forget anything at all.

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I would argue that forgiving one's self is one of the most challenging things life offers.

[IanEye]

as you teach her to love the world,
teach her to love her self.

[ninakat]

^^^ hmmmm.... why did I think of this Woody Allen quote? (rhetorical question, no Freudian analysis please)

"Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love."