Someone needs to learn subtlety. I mean, how much more obvious can you be when writing those posts, guy? The only way you could get your point across in a more obvious way is to say "Hey, I'm highjacking your blog to make it a Slender blog."
Of course, I did threaten the guy in my last post, but I've lightened up a bit. If nothing else, this gives me something to make fun of. I don't really care about this blog anyway. If someone is going so far out of their way to make this a Slender blog, no point in hindering their first try at something like this.
Let's see where this goes, shall we?
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Collapse
He is pulling the strings of the fabric of reality.
The sweater is unravelling.
Soon there will be nothing left.
You will be naked, completely open to Him.
Is it a joke? Is that what you think? You have to wake up, friend.
Smell the burning flesh.
Or will you stay asleep, shifting uneasily with fear? Do you fear Him? Do you know Him? If you did, you would fear Him.
I knew Him. I was held in his embrace once. I loved him. I was wrong.
Hear the crackling flames.
Why do you ignore me? Why do you think I am not here to help?
I tell you to shift.
See the bright colors.
What is Left?
Feel the heat. The unbearable heat.
You reject my help. You will be lost.
Drrl jr;[/
Taste the blood in your mouth.
You are dead. It's time to wake up.
The sweater is unravelling.
Soon there will be nothing left.
You will be naked, completely open to Him.
Is it a joke? Is that what you think? You have to wake up, friend.
Smell the burning flesh.
Or will you stay asleep, shifting uneasily with fear? Do you fear Him? Do you know Him? If you did, you would fear Him.
I knew Him. I was held in his embrace once. I loved him. I was wrong.
Hear the crackling flames.
Why do you ignore me? Why do you think I am not here to help?
I tell you to shift.
See the bright colors.
What is Left?
Feel the heat. The unbearable heat.
You reject my help. You will be lost.
Drrl jr;[/
Taste the blood in your mouth.
You are dead. It's time to wake up.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Antigonish
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
Oy od s ytovl. oy od s yts[/
When I came home last night at three
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
Oh, how I wish he'd go away
Oy od s ytovl. oy od s yts[/
When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door
O s, gptrbrt vsihjy om jod r,ntsvr
Last night I saw upon the stair
Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away
Help me. Please help me.
My trip west
Okay, it's looking like I won't have to delete the blog. Good for me, I love my ranting ground that no one reads.
Dp. O [tp,odrf upi mpmrcodysmy [rp[;r s trvs[ pg ,u bsvsyopm/ Dsm Gtsmdodvp esd dyp[ pmr/ <pdy;u nptomh/ Gphhu vpmfoyopmd ,rsmy yjr bore pg yjr Hp;frm Hsyr Ntofhr esd pndvitrf/ Godjrt,smd Ejstg esd [tryyu gim yjpihj/ :pyd yp niu. ;pyd yp rsy/ Drvpos esd dyp[ yep/ Er ermy dp ,u ntpyjrt vpi;f drr yjr hosmy ytrrd/ {tryyu nptomh/ Mpyjomh mpysn;r js[[rmrf/ Er fof hp jptdrnsvl tofomh. yjpihj/ Yjsy esd gim/ Brhsd esd ejrtr yjr yto[ [ovlrf i[/ O fodvpbrtrf yjsy O ,ohjy jsbr s hs,n;omh [tpn;r,/ O ;pdy yjtrr jimftrf fp;;std/ Sj er;;. O fp jsbr s kpn mpe dp ,u omvp,r djpi;f vpbrt oy/ Votwir fi Dp;ro esd serdp,r yjpihj/ Er ermy yp drr :pbr. yjr Nrsy;rd djpe/ Oy esd ;olr Ft/ Dirdd jsf frdohmrf Svtpdd yjr Imobrtdr/ O s;dp hpy s ;oyy;r dovl om Brhsd. niy O s, d;pe;u pbrtvp,omh oy/
I suppose I could go into more detail, but it's just too late now. I'm tired and have to work tomorrow. Good night.
I ran into my ex-girlfriend's father today. It made me think of what I was missing. It made me go back a year to when I was curled up in bed, crying over her leaving me. Why did she leave me? Was it the distance? Was it the fits of insanity? Or did she just get bored?
Why don't you tell them, 2270? Why don't you post it?
Post it.
POST IT
Shift.
Dp. O [tp,odrf upi mpmrcodysmy [rp[;r s trvs[ pg ,u bsvsyopm/ Dsm Gtsmdodvp esd dyp[ pmr/ <pdy;u nptomh/ Gphhu vpmfoyopmd ,rsmy yjr bore pg yjr Hp;frm Hsyr Ntofhr esd pndvitrf/ Godjrt,smd Ejstg esd [tryyu gim yjpihj/ :pyd yp niu. ;pyd yp rsy/ Drvpos esd dyp[ yep/ Er ermy dp ,u ntpyjrt vpi;f drr yjr hosmy ytrrd/ {tryyu nptomh/ Mpyjomh mpysn;r js[[rmrf/ Er fof hp jptdrnsvl tofomh. yjpihj/ Yjsy esd gim/ Brhsd esd ejrtr yjr yto[ [ovlrf i[/ O fodvpbrtrf yjsy O ,ohjy jsbr s hs,n;omh [tpn;r,/ O ;pdy yjtrr jimftrf fp;;std/ Sj er;;. O fp jsbr s kpn mpe dp ,u omvp,r djpi;f vpbrt oy/ Votwir fi Dp;ro esd serdp,r yjpihj/ Er ermy yp drr :pbr. yjr Nrsy;rd djpe/ Oy esd ;olr Ft/ Dirdd jsf frdohmrf Svtpdd yjr Imobrtdr/ O s;dp hpy s ;oyy;r dovl om Brhsd. niy O s, d;pe;u pbrtvp,omh oy/
I suppose I could go into more detail, but it's just too late now. I'm tired and have to work tomorrow. Good night.
I ran into my ex-girlfriend's father today. It made me think of what I was missing. It made me go back a year to when I was curled up in bed, crying over her leaving me. Why did she leave me? Was it the distance? Was it the fits of insanity? Or did she just get bored?
Why don't you tell them, 2270? Why don't you post it?
Post it.
POST IT
Shift.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
I go on vacation and stuff happens.
Someone must be determined to make this a slender blog.
It's not me.
I just got back from vacation yesterday and decided to check on my blog to see if anything's going on, and I find that "I" have posted on the 24th. What did I post? "Shift".
I didn't post that.
This pisses me off. Whoever's hacked my account has done so twice now. The first time, I calmly changed my password and brushed it off as a joke. This time, I'm calling you out.
Don't fuck with me. If I find out who you are or how you're getting my passwords, I will fuck you up one side and down the other until you are completely fucked up. I don't need to be creeped out by weird posts on my own blog. I read other slender blogs to get that feeling. Get out and don't come back. If you don't stop trolling, I'll stop giving you the grounds to troll by shutting down this blog.
I'll post about the vacation some other time. I just felt the need to come on here to send out a threat against the douchebag who seems desperate to shift my blog over into a scary story when it's nothing but a place for me to vent my opinions to no one in particular.
It's not me.
I just got back from vacation yesterday and decided to check on my blog to see if anything's going on, and I find that "I" have posted on the 24th. What did I post? "Shift".
I didn't post that.
This pisses me off. Whoever's hacked my account has done so twice now. The first time, I calmly changed my password and brushed it off as a joke. This time, I'm calling you out.
Don't fuck with me. If I find out who you are or how you're getting my passwords, I will fuck you up one side and down the other until you are completely fucked up. I don't need to be creeped out by weird posts on my own blog. I read other slender blogs to get that feeling. Get out and don't come back. If you don't stop trolling, I'll stop giving you the grounds to troll by shutting down this blog.
I'll post about the vacation some other time. I just felt the need to come on here to send out a threat against the douchebag who seems desperate to shift my blog over into a scary story when it's nothing but a place for me to vent my opinions to no one in particular.
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