August 13, 200618 yr I had a sort of eureka moment... one that is incredibly startling and eye opening. I am standing in my kitchen, my father, my sister, and my brother standing around... I'm trying to make a sheet of cookies, for which my brother insults me, claiming me to be a "***got", calling me "home-ec" its nothing new, but still bothersome, then my sister comes in, agreeing with him... I'm trying not to get angry, not to lash out at them... I'm holding a knife in my hand, and at that moment i realized i would have liked nothing more than to bury deep into my brother chest, i wanted nothing more than to kill him, and see him dead, covered in blood. It's probably due to me being such a violent person. I watch very violent movies, zombie movies, and horror movies in general, I'm what you'd call a gore hound. My brother is the bane of my existance, i try to get a long with him, trying to start conversations, which usually end with him calling me a "dirty ***got", i want nothing more than to be rid of him, never to see him again. I'm cutting myself a piece of bread, all the while wanting not to be cutting through a loaf of french bread, but to be slitting his throat, or cutting off his figers one by one. i know im disturbed, and i want to seek help immediatly, there is something very wrong with me, i know it, i know im some sort of fiend, or monster, just like those murders put to death, or rotting n a cell. I know it. constant attack after attack from them, i know its hard to accept others religious believe, but its what i believe, i dont think i deserve to be ridiculed by anyone, let alone my brother, about what i believe, i hate him so much, i just want to be rid of him, i dont care how, i want he to go away. I want the drugs to kill him, i want the cocaine in his nose to make him bleed and bleed, until his nosal cavity is packed tothe point of bursting, i want him to have the pressure in his skull before he dies, i want him to die slowly, i want him to suffer. I need to see a doctor, but they are very pricey, i am living at home, switching jobs, and my insurance, for my car, is almost 300 dollars a month, i cant afford it, i dont know what to do. they say its my music that made me this way, they dont even realize that they made me what i am... they can't take responsibility for something like me, anything that is wrong with me isnt their fualt, its my music, its the movies i watch, its the video games i used to play, they cant accept that they made me a monster.
August 13, 200618 yr bangbus said: I had a sort of eureka moment... one that is incredibly startling and eye opening. I am standing in my kitchen, my father, my sister, and my brother standing around... I'm trying to make a sheet of cookies, for which my brother insults me, claiming me to be a "***got", calling me "home-ec" its nothing new, but still bothersome, then my sister comes in, agreeing with him... I'm trying not to get angry, not to lash out at them... I'm holding a knife in my hand, and at that moment i realized i would have liked nothing more than to bury deep into my brother chest, i wanted nothing more than to kill him, and see him dead, covered in blood. It's probably due to me being such a violent person. I watch very violent movies, zombie movies, and horror movies in general, I'm what you'd call a gore hound. My brother is the bane of my existance, i try to get a long with him, trying to start conversations, which usually end with him calling me a "dirty ***got", i want nothing more than to be rid of him, never to see him again. I'm cutting myself a piece of bread, all the while wanting not to be cutting through a loaf of french bread, but to be slitting his throat, or cutting off his figers one by one. i know im disturbed, and i want to seek help immediatly, there is something very wrong with me, i know it, i know im some sort of fiend, or monster, just like those murders put to death, or rotting n a cell. I know it. constant attack after attack from them, i know its hard to accept others religious believe, but its what i believe, i dont think i deserve to be ridiculed by anyone, let alone my brother, about what i believe, i hate him so much, i just want to be rid of him, i dont care how, i want he to go away. I want the drugs to kill him, i want the cocaine in his nose to make him bleed and bleed, until his nosal cavity is packed tothe point of bursting, i want him to have the pressure in his skull before he dies, i want him to die slowly, i want him to suffer. I need to see a doctor, but they are very pricey, i am living at home, switching jobs, and my insurance, for my car, is almost 300 dollars a month, i cant afford it, i dont know what to do. they say its my music that made me this way, they dont even realize that they made me what i am... they can't take responsibility for something like me, anything that is wrong with me isnt their fualt, its my music, its the movies i watch, its the video games i used to play, they cant accept that they made me a monster. lame attempt at being funny.
August 13, 200618 yr bangbus said: I had a sort of eureka moment... one that is incredibly startling and eye opening. I am standing in my kitchen, my father, my sister, and my brother standing around... I'm trying to make a sheet of cookies, for which my brother insults me, claiming me to be a "***got", calling me "home-ec" its nothing new, but still bothersome, then my sister comes in, agreeing with him... I'm trying not to get angry, not to lash out at them... I'm holding a knife in my hand, and at that moment i realized i would have liked nothing more than to bury deep into my brother chest, i wanted nothing more than to kill him, and see him dead, covered in blood. It's probably due to me being such a violent person. I watch very violent movies, zombie movies, and horror movies in general, I'm what you'd call a gore hound. My brother is the bane of my existance, i try to get a long with him, trying to start conversations, which usually end with him calling me a "dirty ***got", i want nothing more than to be rid of him, never to see him again. I'm cutting myself a piece of bread, all the while wanting not to be cutting through a loaf of french bread, but to be slitting his throat, or cutting off his figers one by one. i know im disturbed, and i want to seek help immediatly, there is something very wrong with me, i know it, i know im some sort of fiend, or monster, just like those murders put to death, or rotting n a cell. I know it. constant attack after attack from them, i know its hard to accept others religious believe, but its what i believe, i dont think i deserve to be ridiculed by anyone, let alone my brother, about what i believe, i hate him so much, i just want to be rid of him, i dont care how, i want he to go away. I want the drugs to kill him, i want the cocaine in his nose to make him bleed and bleed, until his nosal cavity is packed tothe point of bursting, i want him to have the pressure in his skull before he dies, i want him to die slowly, i want him to suffer. I need to see a doctor, but they are very pricey, i am living at home, switching jobs, and my insurance, for my car, is almost 300 dollars a month, i cant afford it, i dont know what to do. they say its my music that made me this way, they dont even realize that they made me what i am... they can't take responsibility for something like me, anything that is wrong with me isnt their fualt, its my music, its the movies i watch, its the video games i used to play, they cant accept that they made me a monster. space out your reply, and please somebody say in 1 sentence what this doofus wrote because my eyes are bleeding trying to read this.
August 13, 200618 yr As you will soon discover, this letter does not fixate on a single topic or subject. To be perfectly frank and honest, it started out rather focused but I soon found, as I worked on my primary hypothesis and sought corroboration from other sources, that I have quite a number of different things to say about Mr. Emin On Myg0t. One of my objectives is to plant markers that define the limits of what is empty-headed and what is not. According to the laws of probability, in order to solve the big problems with Emin, we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must provide an antidote to contemporary manifestations of heinous wowserism. For all intents and purposes, his most progressive idea is to formulate social policies and action programs based on the most libertinism-prone types of metagrobolism in existence. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way. Are you beginning to get the picture here? Why does Emin want to overthrow all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drag people down into the sphere of his own base nature? Psychologists might suggest that he does not hold himself answerable to any code of honor. Counselors might insist that Emin's precepts are despised by everyone but harebrained freeloaders. Sociologists might point out that he is nothing if not jejune. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, agree with the above assessments, but Emin writes really long and boring letters. In view of that, it is not surprising that one could truthfully say that appeasement is not the answer. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that we can never return to the past. And if we are ever to move forward to the future, we have to push a consistent vision that responds to most people's growing fears about surly deluded-types. Emin appears to have found a new tool to use to help him lionize backwards hell-raisers. That tool is sadism, and if you watch him wield it, you'll undoubtedly see why his paroxysms are in conflict with accepted morality. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that I don't see how he can build a workable policy around wishful thinking draped over a morass of confusion (and also, as we'll see below, historical illiteracy), then impose it willy-nilly on a population by force. I'm not saying that it can't possibly be done but rather that Emin ignores the most basic ground rule of debate. In case you're not familiar with it, that rule is: attack the idea, not the person. So what if Emin hates me for pointing out that he demonstrates a terrible, inaccurate, even bloody-minded, misuse of history with his soporific grievances? Let him hate me. I consider such hatred a mark of honor, a mark of distinction. This raises another important point: If the past is any indication of the future, he will once again attempt to invade every private corner and force every thought into a disorganized mold. Let me close by reminding you that no clear-thinking individual would have the temerity to destroy the lives of good, honest people.
August 13, 200618 yr kingme said: Wow that was really boring. I couldnt bring myself to watch all of it. .
August 14, 200618 yr n00b4life said: As you will soon discover, this letter does not fixate on a single topic or subject. To be perfectly frank and honest, it started out rather focused but I soon found, as I worked on my primary hypothesis and sought corroboration from other sources, that I have quite a number of different things to say about Mr. Emin On Myg0t. One of my objectives is to plant markers that define the limits of what is empty-headed and what is not. According to the laws of probability, in order to solve the big problems with Emin, we must first understand these problems, and to understand them, we must provide an antidote to contemporary manifestations of heinous wowserism. For all intents and purposes, his most progressive idea is to formulate social policies and action programs based on the most libertinism-prone types of metagrobolism in existence. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way. Are you beginning to get the picture here? Why does Emin want to overthrow all concepts of beauty and sublimity, of the noble and the good, and instead drag people down into the sphere of his own base nature? Psychologists might suggest that he does not hold himself answerable to any code of honor. Counselors might insist that Emin's precepts are despised by everyone but harebrained freeloaders. Sociologists might point out that he is nothing if not jejune. I, hardheaded cynic that I am, agree with the above assessments, but Emin writes really long and boring letters. In view of that, it is not surprising that one could truthfully say that appeasement is not the answer. But saying that would miss the real point, which is that we can never return to the past. And if we are ever to move forward to the future, we have to push a consistent vision that responds to most people's growing fears about surly deluded-types. Emin appears to have found a new tool to use to help him lionize backwards hell-raisers. That tool is sadism, and if you watch him wield it, you'll undoubtedly see why his paroxysms are in conflict with accepted morality. Now that that's cleared up, I'll continue with what I was saying before, that I don't see how he can build a workable policy around wishful thinking draped over a morass of confusion (and also, as we'll see below, historical illiteracy), then impose it willy-nilly on a population by force. I'm not saying that it can't possibly be done but rather that Emin ignores the most basic ground rule of debate. In case you're not familiar with it, that rule is: attack the idea, not the person. So what if Emin hates me for pointing out that he demonstrates a terrible, inaccurate, even bloody-minded, misuse of history with his soporific grievances? Let him hate me. I consider such hatred a mark of honor, a mark of distinction. This raises another important point: If the past is any indication of the future, he will once again attempt to invade every private corner and force every thought into a disorganized mold. Let me close by reminding you that no clear-thinking individual would have the temerity to destroy the lives of good, honest people. having fun with the random insult generator thing?
August 14, 200618 yr bangbus said: I had a sort of eureka moment... one that is incredibly startling and eye opening. I am standing in my kitchen, my father, my sister, and my brother standing around... I'm trying to make a sheet of cookies, for which my brother insults me, claiming me to be a "***got", calling me "home-ec" its nothing new, but still bothersome, then my sister comes in, agreeing with him... I'm trying not to get angry, not to lash out at them... I'm holding a knife in my hand, and at that moment i realized i would have liked nothing more than to bury deep into my brother chest, i wanted nothing more than to kill him, and see him dead, covered in blood. It's probably due to me being such a violent person. I watch very violent movies, zombie movies, and horror movies in general, I'm what you'd call a gore hound. My brother is the bane of my existance, i try to get a long with him, trying to start conversations, which usually end with him calling me a "dirty ***got", i want nothing more than to be rid of him, never to see him again. I'm cutting myself a piece of bread, all the while wanting not to be cutting through a loaf of french bread, but to be slitting his throat, or cutting off his figers one by one. i know im disturbed, and i want to seek help immediatly, there is something very wrong with me, i know it, i know im some sort of fiend, or monster, just like those murders put to death, or rotting n a cell. I know it. constant attack after attack from them, i know its hard to accept others religious believe, but its what i believe, i dont think i deserve to be ridiculed by anyone, let alone my brother, about what i believe, i hate him so much, i just want to be rid of him, i dont care how, i want he to go away. I want the drugs to kill him, i want the cocaine in his nose to make him bleed and bleed, until his nosal cavity is packed tothe point of bursting, i want him to have the pressure in his skull before he dies, i want him to die slowly, i want him to suffer. I need to see a doctor, but they are very pricey, i am living at home, switching jobs, and my insurance, for my car, is almost 300 dollars a month, i cant afford it, i dont know what to do. they say its my music that made me this way, they dont even realize that they made me what i am... they can't take responsibility for something like me, anything that is wrong with me isnt their fualt, its my music, its the movies i watch, its the video games i used to play, they cant accept that they made me a monster. lol emo ***got.
