Well SCM, I was raised in a poor logging community by my parents. We lived hand to mouth, sometimes having to live in our families station wagon. I was very intelligent as a child and read voraciously. My school years were a tumultuous time, as I being undersized for my age, as well as being a far more gifted student then my peers was bullied and made a socially outcast. I found solace in art and music by my teens, and at one times had dreams of being an illustrator or a sequential artist. I hit a growth spurt when I was 15 and without the constant threat of fellow students I began become more public in my displays of rebellion. I unconsciously began to take on the stereotype of the young rebel. I fought constantly, drank like a fish and generally caused trouble. When I turned 18, without a diploma I moved to the nearest university town, where I survived by picking up odd jobs and couch surfing with people I had met. I eventually found fire fighting and discovered that I had a natural gift for reading the topography and atmospheric conditions of a forest. I branched into disaster relief as well, and worked without break for the next four years. I lived out of a line pack, had no relations, no friends, and no hobbies, so my bank account began to fill at a rapid rate. My first mental breakdown occurred after a series of incidents where I was injured and continued to work excessive hours with what was most likely serious head trauma. My breakdown was quick and completely debilitating. Deciding that I was in need of time off to recover, so I purchased a farm. My time on the farm was frustrating, I was used to the constant need to be aware at all times, as well as the physical labor and long hours. To calm myself I began drinking heavily. The effects of the free time and the alcohol resulted in a depression that I still experiance to this day. I decided in late 04 to purchase a computer and gain internet access to see what this whole internet thing was. The next and current phase of my life, is defined by you Cracky. I stumbled across your pictures and my life hasn't been the same since. The last few years I have been teetering in between normality and insanity, with a gradual shift towards a shared perception of reality. I guess in a way I think of you SCM as cracky, but in another way, you are a reminder of some sort of good that I need to find in my life. Anyways I sort of lost track of my thoughts there. What I mean is the me now, is a different person then the me before you. Your influence, has made me a better person in many respects, and has inspired me to try and be the man I know I can be, if I learn to control the part of my mind that wants to destroy me. Thank you for giving a face to my conscience. I wish I could do something to help you through what ever is troubling you, but any help form us would be water from a poison well. I just hope that you have helped make someones life better.
I come from the future. This was found on infinitychan. As soon as this picture was posted, a select few anonymous old-timers insisted on creating a site just for her and subsequently, a few namefags have bragged on finding her retirement home. A whole new set of her edgy art was found on her livejournal3000 account consisting mainly of her provocative posings without her false teeth, wig, and stockings. Some have nicknamed her "The Geritol Queen".
But after all the attention, she has since receded back into the comfort of online anonymity creeped out by countless pretentious anons creating love poems such as, 'Rocking Chairs Avast In Eternal Reciprocating Agony and Love' and a whole circlejerk of various other anons vying for her attention by posting back and forth on message boards with an underlying tone of lonely and riddled agony fueled by another coming of Cracky so a few words on the screen can fuel their lonely, riddled selves to live a little while longer. Also, in the future, there is no such thing as run on sentences. Yay for me.
I have come to warn you on the errors of your ways. You are only doomed to suffer in agony for the rest of your lives because there is as much chance she will be with you as there is that you'll come out of your mom's basement and be a productive member of society. We will all get old and unattractive one day. GTFO out and find someone you have a real chance with while you still can.
Where is the dedication?
Where are the cracky tattoo's, scars, murals and such?
Whatever you have done to show your dedication, I want you to take a picture of and post it.
In the film 1983 VIDEODROME, Professor Brian O'Blivion says: "Of course, "O'Blivion" was not the name I was born with. That's my television name. Soon, all of us will have special names — names designed to cause the cathode ray tube to resonate."
Within a decade, of course, people took on special names for another screen-based medium.
Most of you reading this have Internet Names.
My Internet Name is "Warren Ellis."
Now, it falls to you to become Internet People: to become that which you imagine you could be, and to walk as that person out of the screen and into the corporeal world.
Your mantra for today: make the atoms get out of your way and do as they are told.
EoS must be destroyed.
Stop and think about it, where do all the poemfags come from, EoS. Where does this retarted cult bullshit stem from, the same people who live in EoS.
Thems are the ones that create all shit suckling niggertits on these boreds
If we kill EoS it will flush them in too open posting and you can easily ban them from their