A particularly vicious form of spamming, making one image threads.
Truly sad behavior, 12 year old wanna/b/ee tards who are in fact fat, forty, and without RL prospect of any kind whatsover.
This morning i had another dream about cracky. It didn't start at the party, but that's the first thing I still clearly remember. We're at a big meetup of every crackyfag ever, there's 30-40 people in view, I don't recognize anyone, but I know everyone's there. The scene fades. There's cracky, she has black hair now, and kimi and gackto, close together. I've done stuff with Kimi and Cracky earlier in the dream, but I don't remember. They all smile and it's all right. Gackto doesn't ignore me any more like he does IRL, it's all ok now. I feel like I belong. Later I am back home, cracky was here earlier and buried something in the garden for everyone, my bro and mom already dug their stuff up, they tell me where to dig and to dig deep. I start digging and find a tomb raider medkit that quickly transforms in a adhesive bandaid. How symbolic. Thx Cracky.
It feels great having dreams with cracky and where everyone is a wonderful person. Lately I'd been a lot more depressed than usual but today is better.
Cracky is a bandaid for the soul.