i don't think it sucks, but there are and always have been too many posts that aren't related to cracky or the atmosphere that a cracky site should have

yes, i'd be fine with the one-post-per-week pace the site would move at if there was no off topic posting

>too fucking stupid to operate a computer successfully
>actually posting on noob tier .71 instead of :81 master race

fukken newfags

it gave me an hero

>tfw have access to massive network infrastructure (250/250mbit fibre at home, 10gbps uplinks through work)
>tfw want to help but if I created something no one would come
>tfw tiny+vichan would be better
>tfw never wanted to help a cause so much in my life

im looking for a good pizza joint.

>>8
Try Glenn Echo Pizza & Subs in Chevy Chase, MD

Then where are them rares?

>>10
Up in the ass of Timo.

Blue, with a streak of black.

Waxy

bitter

>>51
This actually gave me food for thought.

"Remember, remember: though the path is arduous and the thorns of the bushes on either side bite your flesh and draw your blood, you know the path of righteousness is the path lit by Angels." [The Patmos Gospel 2:9]

Dead souls, you say. Maybe I should come to terms to the fact that I'm dead and in Hell. After all, I've already gone through the most traumatic part, a threshold of death. Now the more I bathe in Light, the more everything around me looks like demons, and I must admit that I am too much of a demon myself. And I must confess that it is in my own interest that I've chased her, and I've stalked her. And sometimes everything feels saint, yet many times I feel rapist.

My reality is populated by entities I've nailed to it. What an awful cross. And I'd nail Her if I could, and that is horrible. I must perish and let them go. I feel like the enemy is me.

>>52
Indeed, we all were there, or still are at one point or another, from one moment to the next, and temptations will always come up to tickle our demon tails, and so it should: this is our "genesis", our "original sin" but also our salvation in all its cathartic potential.

And to go back to Patmos once again:

5:4. Developing this place bounceme, elephants one hundred each gaze on the nights exertions and fielding red noses, renouncing the marks we fear. Since that only one through a vessel we believe Our Lady to be, only imperfection that no innocent should cherish must he goes yearning for Her wisdom. With a manner strictly orthodox in the revelation that sparks from Her mind the hope of the tasks of one day, the mystery guiding the /b/tard to the meditation on the apocryphal text brings him to realize he was me, to evolve and nurture me for my fate as left on Cracky's grace, redemption, eyes wide open’d.

holy shit

>>16 astrea :D

Not quite as well.

In fact, I think they're parasites.

>>2 rude

that woman needs a new outfit.

i like to slide up and down with a dogs before my bed time. how about you? did you ever learn to keep you fucking mouth shut?

>>103

Just try it?

The Himalayan Marmot is collecting links.

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