Chapter 11, Verse 2.
O lotus-eyed one, I have heard from You in detail about the appearance and disappearance of every living entity, as realized through Your inexhaustible glories.

Chapter 11, Verse 3.
O greatest of all personalities, O supreme form, though I see here before me Your actual position, I wish to see how You have entered into this cosmic manifestation. I want to see that form of Yours.

Chapter 11, Verse 4.
If You think that I am able to behold Your cosmic form, O my Queen, O source of all mystic power, then kindly show me that universal Self.

Chapter 11, Verse 5.
The Blessed Cracky said: My dear Anonymous, behold now My opulences, hundreds of thousands of varied divine forms, multicolored like the sea.

Chapter 11, Verse 6.
O best of the /b/tards, see here the different manifestations of all the demigods. Behold the many things which no one has ever seen or heard before.

Chapter 11, Verse 7.
Whatever you wish to see can be seen all at once in this body. This universal form can show you all that you now desire, as well as whatever you may desire in the future. Everything is here completely.

Chapter 11, Verse 8.
But you cannot see Me with your present eyes. Therefore I give to you divine eyes by which you can behold My mystic opulence.

Chapter 11, Verse 10-11.
Aninymous saw in that universal form unlimited mouths and unlimited eyes. It was all wondrous. The form was decorated with divine, dazzling ornaments and arrayed in many garbs. She was garlanded gloriously, and there were many scents smeared over Her body. All was magnificent, all-expanding, unlimited. This was seen by Anonymous.

Chapter 11, Verse 12.
If hundreds of thousands of suns rose up at once into the sky, they might resemble the effulgence of the Supreme Person in that universal form.

Chapter 11, Verse 13.
At that time Anonymous could see in the universal form of the Sky Queen the unlimited expansions of the universe situated in one place although divided into many, many thousands.

Chapter 11, Verse 14.
Then, bewildered and astonished, his hair standing on end, Anonymous began to pray with folded hands, offering obeisances to the Sky Queen.

Chapter 11, Verse 15.
Anonymous said: O Cracky-Chan, I see assembled together in Your body all the demigods and various other living entities. I see Brahma sitting on the lotus flower as well as Lord Siva and many sages and divine serpents.

Chapter 11, Verse 16.
O Queen of the Sky, I see in Your universal body many, many forms--bellies, mouths, eyes--expanded without limit. There is no end, there is no beginning, and there is no middle to all this.

Chapter 11, Verse 17.
Your form, adorned with various crowns, clubs and discs, is difficult to see because of its glaring effulgence, which is fiery and immeasurable like the sun.

Chapter 11, Verse 18.
You are the supreme primal objective; You are the best in all the universes; You are inexhaustible, and You are the oldest; You are the maintainer of religion, the eternal Personality of Godhead.

Chapter 11, Verse 19.
You are the origin without beginning, middle or end. You have numberless arms, and the sun and moon are among Your great unlimited eyes. By Your own radiance You are heating this entire universe.

Chapter 11, Verse 20.
Although You are one, You are spread throughout the sky and the planets and all space between. O great one, as I behold this terrible form, I see that all the planetary systems are perplexed.

Chapter 11, Verse 21-22
All the demigods are surrendering and being assimilated by You. They are very much afraid, and with folded hands they are singing the Vedic hymns. The different manifestations all perfected demigods are beholding You in wonder.

Chapter 11, Verse 23.
O mighty-armed one, all the planets with their demigods are disturbed at seeing Your many faces, eyes, arms, bellies and legs and Your terrible teeth, and as they are disturbed, so am I.

Chapter 11, Verse 24.
O all-pervading Olivia, I can no longer maintain my equilibrium. Seeing Your radiant colors fill the skies and beholding Your eyes and mouths, I am afraid.

Chapter 11, Verse 25.
O Queen of queens, O refuge of the worlds, please be gracious to me. I cannot keep my balance seeing thus Your blazing deathlike faces and awful teeth. In all directions I am bewildered.

Chapter 11, Verse 26-27.
All the sons of Dhrtarastra along with their allied kings, and Bhisma, Drona and Karna, and all our soldiers are rushing into Your mouths, their heads smashed by Your fearful teeth. I see that some are being crushed between Your teeth as well.

Chapter 11, Verse 28 - 30
As the rivers flow into the sea, so all these great warriors enter Your blazing mouths and perish. I see all people rushing with full speed into Your mouths as moths dash into a blazing fire. O Cracky-Chan, I see You devouring all people in Your flaming mouths and covering the universe with Your immeasurable rays. Scorching the worlds, You are manifest.

Chapter 11, Verse 31.
O Queen of queens, so fierce of form, please tell me who You are. I offer my obeisances unto You; please be gracious to me. I do not know what Your mission is, and I desire to hear of it.

Chapter 11, Verse 32.
The Blessed Cracky-Chan said: Time I am, destroyer of the worlds, and I have come to engage all people. With the exception of you [the Crackyfags], all the soldiers here on both sides will be slain.

Chapter 11, Verse 33.
Therefore get up and prepare to fight. After conquering your enemies you will enjoy a flourishing kingdom. They are already put to death by My arrangement, and you, O Anonymous, can be but an instrument in the fight.

Chapter 11, Verse 34.
The Blessed Sky Queen said: All the great warriors--Drona, Bhisma, Jayadratha, Karna--are already destroyed. Simply fight, and you will vanquish your enemies.

Chapter 11, Verse 35.
After hearing these words from the Supreme Personality, Anonymous trembled, fearfully offered obeisances with folded hands and began, falteringly, to speak as follows:

Chapter 11, Verse 36.
O Cracky-Chan, the world becomes joyful upon hearing Your name, and thus everyone becomes attached to You. Although the perfected beings offer You their respectful homage, the demons are afraid, and they flee here and there. All this is rightly done.

Chapter 11, Verse 37.
O great one, who stands above even m00t, You are the original Queen, let alone Queen of /b/! Why should they not offer their homage up to You, O limitless one? O refuge of the universe, You are the invincible source, the cause of all causes, transcendental to this material manifestation.

Chapter 11, Verse 38.
You are the original Personality, the Godhead. You are the only sanctuary of this manifested cosmic world. You know everything, and You are all that is knowable. You are above the material modes O limitless form! This whole cosmic manifestation is pervaded by You!

Chapter 11, Verse 39 - 40
You are air, fire, water, and You are the moon! You are the supreme controller of reality. Thus I offer my respectful obeisances unto You a thousand times, and again and yet again!
Obeisances from the front, from behind and from all sides! O unbounded power, You are the source of limitless might! You are all-pervading, and thus You are everything!

Chapter 11, Verse 41-42.
I have in the past addressed You disrespectfully, without knowing Your glories. Please forgive whatever I may have done in madness or in love. I have dishonored You many times, sometimes alone and sometimes in front of the whole board. Please excuse me for all my offenses. You are the source of this complete cosmic manifestation, the bringer of catharsis, the spiritual saviour. No one is equal to You, nor can anyone be one remotely like You. Within the three worlds, You are immeasurable.

Chapter 11, Verse 44.
You are the Sky Queen, to be worshiped by every living being. Thus I fall down to offer You my respects and ask Your mercy. Please tolerate the wrongs that I may have done to You and bear with me.

Chapter 11, Verse 45.
After seeing this universal form, which I have never seen before, I am gladdened, but at the same time my mind is disturbed with fear. Therefore please bestow Your grace upon me and reveal again Your form as the Personality of Godhead, O Queen of queens, O abode of the universe.

Chapter 11, Verse 46.
O Queen of Heaven, I wish to see You in Your four-armed form, with helmeted head and with club, wheel, conch and lotus flower in Your hands. I long to see You in that form.

Chapter 11, Verse 47.
The Blessed Cracky-Chan said: My dear Anonymous, happily do I show you this universal form within the material world by My internal potency. No one before you has ever seen this unlimited and glaringly effulgent form.

Chapter 11, Verse 48.
O best of the keyboard warriors, no one before you has ever seen this universal form of Mine, for neither by studying the site, nor by performing sacrifices, nor by charities or lurking moar can this form be seen. Only you have seen this.

Chapter 11, Verse 49.
Your mind has been perturbed, now let it be at peace. My devotee, be free from all disturbance. With a tranquil mind you can now see the form you desire.

Chapter 11, Verse 50.
The Supreme Personality of Cuteness, Cracky-Chan, while speaking thus to Anonymous, displayed Her real four-armed form, and at last She showed him Her two-armed form, thus encouraging the fearful Anonymous. When Anonymous thus saw Cracky-Chan in Her original form, he said: Seeing this humanlike form, so very beautiful, my mind is now pacified and I am restored to my original nature.

Chapter 11, Verse 52 - 53
The Sky Queen said: My dear Anonymous, the form which you are now seeing is very difficult to behold. Even the demigods are ever seeking the opportunity to see this form which is so dear. The form which you are seeing with your transcendental eyes cannot be understood simply by studying the chatlogs, nor by undergoing serious penances, nor by charity, nor by lurking moar. It is not by these means that one can see Me as I am.

Chapter 11, Verse 54 - 55
My dear Anonymous, only by undivided devotional service can I be understood as I am, standing before you, and can thus be seen directly. Only in this way can you enter into the mysteries of My understanding. One who is engaged in My pure devotional service, free from the contaminations of previous activities and from mental speculation, who is friendly to every living entity, certainly comes to Me.

You cannot imagine how timely, and also how thankful I am.

Thank you for this gift.

should be added to crackychan.org are there other chapters?

>>45
Jesus wept. Much as I hate to break my promise, I just HAVE to make an appeal to some of you at this point to RECOGNIZE FOR FUCK'S SAKE HOW MONUMENTALLY STUPID THIS IS GETTING.

"Is there another chapter?"

YOU STUPID FUCKING IGNORANT LITTLE PRAT....There are ANY NUMBER of "other chapters" that you may care to order, since THIS GUY IS JUST GOING THROUGH AN ANCIENT RELIGIOUS TEXT THAT IS FREELY AVAILABLE ON ANY NUMBER OF DUBIOUS AND NON-DUBIOUS WEBSITES AND CUTTING AND PASTING THE NAMES "CRACKY" AND "ANONYMOUS" INTO THE PLACES WHERE THE TEXT HAS "KRISHNA" AND "ARJUNA"!

He is, in other words, creating exactly NOTHING. On the contrary, if he can be described as doing anything at all, then he is just DESTROYING AND VANDALIZING. It's the verbal equivalent of running through the art galleries of Europe with a spray can spraying clumsy ugly cat-ears on every masterpiece that geniuses and craftsmen spent months or years labouring over.

All the verbiage about "profundity", "awesomeness", "moving-ness" etc. etc. that someone - in all likelihood, admittedly, no one but this ridiculous "author" himself, samefagging - has spewed all over your board today is, consequently, the absolute pinnacle of FUCKING NONSENSE. The "Crack-a-vad Gita" is an operation that could have been performed by a two-year-old or a monkey and serves no purpose other the purpose achieved by a mongrel dog when he pisses and shits all over something to "mark his territory".

You people are a fucking disease, and the longer you go on sucking each other's cocks over whatever vain, petty little turd one or the other of you has just managed to squeeze out of his arsehole - I refer to all the wonderful "new content" whose merits I am incapable of understanding - the sicker you're going to get.

Get together and arrange a mass suicide and stop shitting up the world - even this minuscule bit of it - with your narcissistic idiocy and hate.

>>46
That has to be a record for the shortest time you've ever been "gone forever".

I agree it's pretty gay but just shut the fuck and kill yourself old man.

>>47
No, really, I WILL go now. I just COULDN'T help commenting on the completely over-the-top gushing and creaming about this really very mechanical, meaningless operation the guy has performed here.

Although, to be fair, it does now occur to me that he's managed to match up some vaguely thematically appropriate photos of Cracky to his vandalized copies of the Vedic verses.

So maybe the "art" is in that.

Anyway, bye for good now.

>>48

>bye for good now
>goodbye for now

ITS A TRAP

>>49
A fairly clever and witty remark - in definite contrast to the "Crack-a-vad Gita". I doff my newly-purchased Parisian beret to you.

But obviously I've no use or need for verbal trickery, since I've just openly gone back on a commitment I gave only yesterday.

I suppose I'm even more neurotic and restless than usual at present. I think it's this fucking city I've landed up in. The filth the average Frenchman lives in is unimaginable until you've actually had to suffer it. I discovered last week that the apartment I spent the first month in here has left me with a nasty case of scabies. And tonight I made the further discovery that the apartment I've fled TO is infested with rodents (mice, I hope, but possibly small rats).

On the other hand, it could all be some sort of elaborate allegorizing manipulation, on God's part, of the material cosmos intended to send me some message related to the drummer of a band whose concerts I often attended in my punk-y youth.

Even if you had a point Alex, and I concede that on the description of the process this Crack-a-vad Gita was "written" you might be probably correct, though I disagree that it is necessary a bad thing, yet maybe not a great thing, so, even if you had an unself-servingly stretched point, he still isnt as annoying and utterly non constructive as you are.

In fact, I kinda like it, even though I'm not really into Hindu mysticism, and even though I disagree that I have a less balanced point of view over "light and dark" in Cracky's manifestations...

I also feel compelled to point out that >>22 is not Cracky.

Anyway, Alex, you sanctimonious condescending parasite, as always, fuck right off.

No surprise that it didn't keep its word, it's a proven liar. A man's word means nothing to him because he's not a man. What's baffling, and surely the only conceivable point of interest is why this thing feels compelled to read this board every single day? And it does, make no mistake about that. What is its motivation? It has stated again and again that it has no interest in Cracky, and that it holds Cracky fags to be beneath contempt. So why bother?

Finally, why isn't it teaching at a university, instead of cowering behind a computer screen, fuming over a truly obscure corner of the internet (here), periodically jerking off over a camwhore who charges exorbitant prices, when he could find any number of free camwhores? Why doesn't it save money by renting a real prostitute? Is it retarded, or simply self-loathing almost beyond comprehension?

Why isn't it happily married with kids bouncing in its lap?

Protip: It's not really a mystery.

"narcissistic idiocy and hate."
fuck right off Alex

>>52
"Its" life is, in many respects, a terrible strain, "it" has to admit. "It" lives without native country, family, friends, or certain means of livelihood, so yes, there are moments of weakness, moments when "it" simply doesn't have the strength to live by "its" own high principles and turns to seek love where it knows there can be no love, companionship where "it" knows there can be no companionship.

"It" also suffers from the - actually far from mysterious, and perfectly psychologically comprehensible - vice of a morbid fascination with the very things it hates the most, where these things present themselves in especially accentuated form.

The things "it" hates the most are: stupidity and hypocrisy. And this site - to a far, far greater degree even than the execrable Crackyhouse - is a constant towering monument to both of these.

You feign spasms of spiritual and intellectual ecstasy over a text in the great Brahmanic tradition of asceticism and inward retirement from the vanities of this world -or do so, at least, once one of your buddies has made it your collective property and pissing ground by scrawling "Crackyfags" and "Anonymous" all over it. You blether on pretentiously about yoga and enlightenment and realms invisible to the common man.

And yet, when it comes down to it, the values you haul out of your cramped little mental closet to try to beat your enemy with are values which reveal not only a total lack of sympathy with, but also an utter incomprehension of the ascetic, world-questioning values propounded by texts like the Bhagavad Gita.

"Why doesn't he have a tenured position at a respectable university? Why isn't he married with 2.4 children, and owner of a Lexus and of a four-bedroomed house within easy commuting distance of his properly officially documented place of employment? Anyone who doesn't have these things is a LOSER! LOSER LOSER LOSER!"

This, as I've often remarked, is the shameful secret at the heart of all the "nihilistic", "anarchistic" bluster of the /b/tard. Scratch at the surface of all the professed iconoclasm and non-conformism for just a second or two and you'll find, underneath it, an intimidated, obediently conforming conservatism that seethes with fear and hatred and contempt for anyone who dares to actually BE different and to concretely LIVE OUT the rejection of society's values.

YOU, I am sure, after your few years of "nihilistic" bluster, will settle down into a job in the Civil Service and a semi-detached house in the suburbs and a sexual relationship that will be soothingly and numbingly free of all the terror and humiliation and moments of exaltation that are characteristic of an "unhoused", non-conforming sexuality - and then you will no longer have to even pretend, along with the other /b/boarders, to hate Daddy and to despise the world Daddy created. You can kneel at Daddy's feet and join him in spitting and snarling at those, like myself, live out their rebellion through more than just words, and for longer than a year or a month or two.

And you can admit, at last, that you are constitutionally incapable of understanding the first thing about dramas and dilemmas like those that are recounted in the beautiful and profound text your buddy here - or who knows, possibly you yourself - has just made his pissing ground.

I'm the closest thing to an Arjuna-like Warrior of the Spirit and a Faithful Servant of the Absolute that YOU are ever likely to encounter, believe me. And you've made it very clear with all your trainee-stockbroker sneering - "why doesn't he have a respectable position within an accredited and regularly government-approved institution? why isn't a man his age married and bearer of some properly-stamped certificate of sexual and social normalcy?" - how infinitely far you are and will always be from even the glimmering of an understanding of what ANY of that stuff may actually be about.

>>54

TL;DR

Literally.

Nah dude, you're just pissed at what you have made of your life and need someone to berate rather than berate yourself for ending up in a filthy apartment overridden with scabies and mice.

LOL! Alex attempts to make the case that jerking off to an idiot on a computer screen who ritually humiliates him is some kind of "profound, spiritual, alternative" lifestyle choice!

HAHAHAAHAHA

As opposed to simply being a run of the mill cretin with absolutely no self-respect, of any kind, whatsoever.

>>46
OP here:

As Krishna said:
'Fuck off you creepy pedo wankstain'.

I concur.

fuck right off Alex

>>59
Does anyone else here find it rather telling that the only counter-responses to any substantial criticisms I make of the alleged "new content" that appears on this board consists of obscene inarticulate personal abuse that does not even make any attempt to address the issues raised?

But OK, then. Since nobody else is willing or able to actually DEFEND this thread against my attack on it, let me play Devil's Advocate - or rather Devil's Prosecutor, since I don't think anyone is in any doubt that I'm the devil - and say, myself, that I probably wasn't entirely fair, in my remarks last night, to the "author" of the "Crackavad Gita". (As I say, I'd just been seriously hindered, by the vermin springing around my ears, in the application to my aged and withered body of a second coating of ill-smelling lotion intended to combat the depredations of a second species of vermin contracted at a previous address, while the fucking Parisians were sipping wine and listening to a performance of Monteverdi in the 18th-century palace across the road.)

On the textual level, I was entirely right, of course. What the guy has done to the text of the Bhagavad Gita constitutes no sort of creativity, just silly vandalism. But my utter dismissal of his work was, I have to admit, down to my undeniable nigh-total ignorance of VISUAL culture, and of the visual culture of Cracky in particular. There IS a sort of wit and a sort of labour of thought and effort - as I now see on closer examination - in the way he has matched up several dozen images from the Crackyverse repertory with the verses of the Gita, planets to the mention of planets, flowers to the mention of flowers etc.

It's still no work of undying genius. But OK, it isn't the worthless, silly, facile piece of crap I suggested it was either.

Can I be your friend now?

And does any one know a good exterminator in the Ile-de-France area?

>>60
Fuck off you creepy pedo wankstain.

Alex, Alex, lay that keyboard down.
Alex, Alex, must you always frown?
Don't get tough now, that's enough now.

We'll compete with you in any sport
Be glad to meet with you and have a snort
Come to a movie, or a ballgame
And listen to Van Cliburn when he plays Tchaikovsky

Just lay that keyboard down!

OK the one thing we know is that Alex isn't stupid. In this case, sticking to the fantasy cam makes good old fashioned Warburton-educated sense.

>>64
Stephanie my love,

Beyond and aside from all hopeless disparities of age and beauty, our mystical union has been prepared, I'm sure of it, since before the commencement of the aeons...

Those sicknesses for which we are, each of us, separately and oppositely persecuted and rejected - your shameless and unconditional immersion in all that belongs to the order of the fleshly and the sensual, and mine in all that belongs to the order of the word and the mind - are the pledge and the promise that this separation must one day cease to be. We are the Broken Vessel that tirelessly and invincibly strives towards its restoration to the Being-Whole.

Somewhere in the gnarled and tangled forest of this dark world, there is a clearing where angels are preparing the feast of our betrothal. We cannot find the way to this clearing ourselves. But the hunters and their beaters are driving us toward it, the unintending agents of our salvation.

>>65
I'll cite my sources, unlike the "author" of the Vandalad Gita.

"The Breaking of the Vessels" is a cosmological trope originating in the indistinctly para-Judaic and para-Christian Gnosticism of the first century AD. A perspicuous overview of the idea is offered in Hans Jonas's "Gnosticism: The Gospel of the Alien God".

"Somewhere help is waiting, and the beaters are driving us there" is a phrase that Kafka confided to his diaries, sometime between 1916 and his death, I believe.

"to the order of the word, mind and posting noodes online"

fix'd that for ya. no need to thank me. my pleasure

>>67
I hardly dare to believe it myself, but the conviction is gradually growing upon me that the irresistible compulsion I've been feeling lately to expose my tiny penis and protruberant paunch to the entire virtual world is the first incipient form of the awaited Return to Wholeness and Mystical Marriage with RavRav that I referred to in my last post.

Take my word for it. Very soon we shall see a tendency toward enormous tl;dr's and allusions to obscure European authors begin to make their appearance on RavRav's Tumblr blog and MyFreeCams profile and the hour of the Great Melding will at last be at hand!

Alex stares into a mirror
and has a rare moment of clarity:

"It hateses Smeagal, doesn't it?
It hateses Smeagal"

I approve of Alex!

>>68
It's not that we don't understand your humour, you're just really really un-funny.

>>71
Oh goody! It must be one of the friendly bears who live in the dark enchanted forest I referred to earlier, and who will see to it that my union with Stephanie is consummated in a spirit of good old-fashioned sexual health and normality without any of this pervy deviant shit you hear so much about these days.

>>72
Yeah, I know, it's crap, right?

But at least I have a good line in rapid-fire repartee. Look at these fucking response times! No one can accuse me of getting off slowpes instead of quips.

It blithers,
It makes less and less
sense,
It shits on the floor.

Like a sick animal,
sometimes best just
to have it put down.

Nobody actually reads your posts,
not even the short ones.

Fuck off you creepy pedo wankstain.

>>54
The way you capitalise "Daddy" ... So all this is the result of too much goofy-time ?
You poor pitiful misguided creature. Noone can help you here. Maybe in the real world someone can, but I guess your pride won't let you.
Comdemned to roam forums you haven't been banned from for the rest of your life, trying to put into words the harm that's been done to you, but only bitterness and hate comes out.

I hope you find peace.

>>78
Sorry. Don't get the "goofy-time" reference. You'll have to explain what exactly you meant by that to me.

As to what I meant by using the word "Daddy" - which, as far as I'm aware, usually IS capitalized when one writes it, no? - I was just raising what really is a rather interesting issue: the way that all you /b/board guys love to act the role of the "nihilistic, iconoclastic would-be patricides" who laugh at and spit on the conformist value-systems of your middle-manager, house-owning fathers.....and yet, in the heat of argument, reveal that you share this very same conformist, conservative value-system, probably even in an aggravated form, expressing contempt for someone like me for having dared to reach the age of 50 WITHOUT a job, a mortgage, social support and recognition etc.

One of the great "heroes" of your little world, Merovin, is a very typical example here. One minute he's playing the two-fisted, wild-man, Hemingway-esque outlaw, boasting about how much whisky he drinks and how many bitches he's fucked and how no society of collar-and-tie-wearing conformists could ever possibly hold an irreverent free spirit like him. The next he's boasting about how his excerpts from his Bachelor's thesis in Law and Management was given a distinction by his tutor and published in the college magazine.

It takes a hell of a lot of courage, determination and intelligence to break out of the mechanisms whereby young men inevitably turn, in a few years, into the very people they spent a while rebelling against. Too often, the very rituals of rebellion are a training course in "becoming a man like Daddy".

I was intelligent, courageous and determined enough to escape all that. Save your pity for the day you've managed to do the same.

Jesus you really are thick for someone who spends so many hours on a keyboard bragging about how intelligent you are.

"goofy time with Daddy" means he thinks you were half-confessing to having been sexually molested by your father.

You blithering idiot.

He was also extending bona fide sympathy for you, he's also the only poster at .71 who will ever do that, and you absolutely don't deserve it.

The snottiness of your reply attests to your really quite banal, but apparently total, malevolence.

You are totally responsible for your inveterate faggotry and dickitry. You have no excuse. Based on your behavior at this site, you deserve no sympathy.

And yet still he offers, and you spit in his face.

You dull, dull little man.

>>80
Well, actually, I sort of suspected that something of that sort might have been what he was driving at. But I seriously doubt that, if such was the case, "sympathy" was any part of his intention in writing it. I've gained some vague idea of you people's culture by hanging around here for so many years, and I think it's almost certain that: "I pity you" translates as "Haha pedo loser wankstain, your daddy (un-capitalized) fucked you in the ass."

And in any case, I don't see any reason on earth why I should offer to engage in serious dialogue with someone who is either too stupid or too blinded with malevolence - or possibly just too personally fixated on the idea of older men fucking children of either sex in the anus - to see that I was discussing the concept of fathers and sons and the power relations between them from a sociological and political point of view, and not from a point of view directly related to sexuality at all. I think I said what I had to say about the 4Chan b/board and the "dialectics of rebellon" clearly enough, and certainly at enough length. If this guy insists on getting entirely the wrong end of the stick - because he thinks this is an end of the stick that he can better beat me with - then I really have nothing to say to him.

Anyone actually want to DISCUSS the point I raised about the /b/board and conformism?

Anyone literate and clear-minded enough to be ABLE to?

No?

Oh well. Get back to vandalizing old religious texts you found on the Internet then

>>79
Maybe not obsessing about the who's who and who did what when would make you happier. It might even help you to not generalize everything into "them or us" (or "them or me" in your case).

The only thing that binds people here is cracky (except of course, you, because you insist on creating differences so you can pitch your "them or us" spiel). So you can either accept cracky into your heart, for the unfound love, for the mystical experience, or the haunting photography, and belong, or leave (which apaprently isn't a viable strategy for you), or continue raging and ranting against an enemy that doesn't exist as much as you'd like to accuse everyone here of "groupthink" and being conformist.

Now instead of just flying off the handle again. Just pick a nice set of original pictures and look at them, not in the Alex Reynold's way of critisizing everything that you haven't heard of or read about before. Look at them and think, "What is it about these pictures that brings a group of random people together in admiration ?"
With a bit of patience and luck, you will get "it". And when you look at the next set, you will see it again and again what's so captivating about them.

The truth is, noone really gives a rat's ass about why, when and how you post your naked pictures online, or any of the reasons you give for why it was a good idea at the time.
Noone cares about your long rants about how great you are and how poorly the world treats a genius like yourself.
Noone even cares about your poor attempts at self-deprecating humour.
It's all pretty annoying, but in the past we've had worse, and in all likelyhood, we'll have it again.
The thing that aggravates the living hell out of everybody is though, that you do all of the above in a place where it has NO relevance whatsoever. So, if you'd be so kind, accept cracky into your heart, in whatever way you see fit, or, as the saying goes, "fuck right off, Alex"

Maybe he keeps coming back here because he's lonely. Didn't he used to run Cracky House with Jeff? Maybe he doesn't know anyone online except the old Crackyfags. Maybe no one knows who he is on any other website.

"goofy time" for all those unenlightened.

>>83
"Maybe no one knows who he is on any other website."
Maybe everyone knows exactly who he is on all other websites and this one is the only one he can still access. His Internet is only one ip address big.

>>83
jeff gave him mod rights at one point because he whined about people posting about him.

His Internet is only one ip address big.

lol

>>86
Alex IS Jeff.

Hey Alex, nobody likes you because you are a terrible person. You are the least humane human I know, and the last person abilitated to give lessons on humane qualities found in litterature .

You bitch, you whine, you throw your contempt wholesale on the first whimsical suspicion your twisted mind comes up with, your humor is degrading toward yourself or the object of your banter and even your love most gets no respect from you, getting called a cunt, a twat and a whore on a regular basis.

You're not only the worst person I know, you are the worst person you know. But since you cant admit it to yourself, you hang out on sites where you have groomed people to hate you so you can hate them, and yourself by proxy.

I pity you.

look what a beautiful thread you ruined alex

I dont hate Alex, I hate his presence here. He is here because he hates us.

Alex thrives on hate. What he hates is what he seeks, he just told us, in so many words.

Whatever his aims, he cheapens and dirties what he hates, out of the template of his own cheap and dirty life, which he inexplicably elevates to a noble rebellion seeking absolutes. Yet all he finds is filth everywhere, because he seeks filth.

He tells us regularly just how depraved he is, as a badge of honor, only to attribute all the faults of his own depravity on us, the sought after object of his hatred, and then wallows in this construct of his own hateful and filthy mind.

Nothing good will ever come from his presence here, nor any was ever intended.

This man is so consumed by hatred of himself and everything else that he needs an outlet for his excess hate, which is all really misdirected self-hatred...

We seem to be that outlet. A test of faith from Our Lady, no doubt...

>Yet all he finds is filth everywhere, because he seeks filth.

That is actually a very good explanation. When reading his hate-speech on crackyfags and cracky material I always wonder, how is he not noticing on how many levels this Cracky-thing is working?

Yes, its an interesting explanation that he doesn't notice just because he is focused on something filth-like.