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Feb 14th, 2009 03:10 PM | ||||
kahljorn | heh ;\ there are like two elementary schools in this neighborhood, a highschool, and some other elementary schools are spread out in the vicinity, and there are probably like 45 registered sex offenders within 3 miles ;\ | |||
Feb 14th, 2009 11:37 AM | ||||
Kitsa |
I have 12 registered sex offenders within 2 miles of my house. 13 if you count one I'm pretty sure just hasn't been caught yet. |
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Feb 14th, 2009 03:04 AM | ||||
kahljorn |
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Maybe the difficulty in adjusting to a world that knows about them is PART OF THEIR PUNISHMENT. Plus shit man all kinds of people have problems finding real estate they can move into. ARE WE GONNA SHIP EM OFF TO A CONCENTRATION CAMP? Rent an apartment. ps i once did one of those searches for sex offenders in the area and this area and an area just north of here are full of sex offenders! I guess they dont have TOO HARD OF A TIME FINDING REAL ESTATE lol |
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Feb 13th, 2009 04:54 PM | ||||
Kitsa |
I got a sex offender postcard the last place I lived, that was weird...the postcard made me obsess over it way more than I would have if they hadn't sent out anything. As in, "Wow, they sent out a postcard about this guy. I'll have to keep an eye out." |
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Feb 13th, 2009 12:49 PM | ||||
Grislygus |
The moral and practical implications of simply imprisoning pedophiles in a gigantic, self-sufficient "colony" in the Nevada Desert that just happen to be surrounded by fences straight out of a concentration camp as they will never be rehabilitated and people will bitch if you flat-out euthanize them This is more complicated than it sounds, sex offenders all over are having serious difficulty buying real estate due to their histories, guaranteeing them a home in an isolated, childfree, self-sufficient city kills two birds with one stone |
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Feb 12th, 2009 12:20 AM | ||||
kahljorn | I'm supposed to write a gay philosophy paper to win some money but i can't decide what my topic should be ;\ | |||
Feb 9th, 2009 09:19 PM | ||||
Kitsa | I was following the "when in Rome" principle. | |||
Feb 9th, 2009 08:40 PM | ||||
kahljorn | ||||
Feb 9th, 2009 08:32 PM | ||||
kahljorn | What part of vaginal antithetics fails to demerit the aspects of pretension in your congregationalizing, Kitsa ? | |||
Feb 9th, 2009 05:54 PM | ||||
Kitsa | What part of copious velocity fails to describe the rapid-fire syllogism, kahljorn? | |||
Feb 9th, 2009 05:28 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
Yea cause you're a little teacup of fucking sunshine with all y our positive comments. WHAT A LOAD OF MENTAL DIARRHEA |
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Feb 9th, 2009 03:53 PM | ||||
Kitsa |
I wasn't infringing upon your right to be insufferable. 'Annoying douchebag' may be a tad uncalled-for. You're a little capricious with the abuse. |
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Feb 9th, 2009 03:18 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
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I don't know its either mental diarhhea or you're a twat! Or both. However, given the fact that he's a somewhat famous philosopher and you're some annoying douchebag on the internet I'll go with the later. Disjunctive syllogism |
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Feb 9th, 2009 02:20 AM | ||||
kahljorn | i guess so | |||
Feb 8th, 2009 09:37 PM | ||||
Kitsa | It's like mental diarrhea :/ | |||
Feb 7th, 2009 05:20 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
Everything that IS engenders, sooner or later, nightmares. Let us try, therefore, to invent something better than being. the right to suppress everyone that bothers us should rank first in the constitution of the ideal state. LUTHER DEAD by Lucas Fortnagel. A plebian, aggressive, terrifying mask, as of some sublime hog... which perfectly renders the features of the man we cannot sufficiently praise for having declared: "Dreams are liars; if you shit in your bed, that's true." :D |
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Feb 7th, 2009 05:12 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
This is obscure: Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them. If you are doomed to devour yourself, nothing can keep you from it: a trifle will impel you as much as a tragedy. Resign yourself to erosion at all times: your fate wills it so. To exist is a state as little conceivable as its contrary. No, still more inconceivable. A monster, however horrible, secretely attracts us, pursues us, haunts us. He represents, enlarged, our advantages and our miseries, he proclaums US, he is our standard-bearer. |
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Feb 7th, 2009 05:05 PM | ||||
kahljorn | And I nodded at him, as if to say, "Yes!" | |||
Feb 6th, 2009 04:26 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people chose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we are all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brother. Couldn't he see, couldn't se see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. What did it matter that marie now offered her lips to a new Meursalt. < that always depresses me, but i think there's another part where he talks about the new mersault which I prefer ;/ |
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Feb 6th, 2009 04:10 PM | ||||
Dixie |
Are you afraid, afraid to die Don't be afraid, afraid to try Are you afraid to die Don't be afraid of suicide Just take that razor blade And cut your wrist down to the bone And die laughing Are you afriad, afraid to die Don't be afraid, afraid to try Suicide Suicide And something from my namesake to keep with the God Is Dead Theme: God looked down from heaven shook his head and wept His flock had gone astray wolves mingling with sheep You tried to save man once by sending down a son But the bastards nailed him up and laughed at what they’d done You gang raped mother nature I love a virgins cry Blood poured from the earth she suffered and she died Rusty scissors still in hand you castrated father time Feed his balls to the hounds that drink his cum like wine God is dead You’ve taken all my precious gifts I gave unto you life from by breath You a product of my love Your gratitude shown in my death God is dead The devil has taken your spirit Keeps it chained up in the night Tells you that evil is good But you will never see the light God is dead Eat his body drink his blood then we’ll sing our song of love Now you come crawling on your hands and knees You beg for forgiveness suck me till I bleed And for your transgressions heretical blasphemy The punishment is damnation you’ll burn interminably Look what you’ve done to nature And what you ’ve done to time There’s no more room in hell Your sinners you steal what is mine God is dead Now the dead walk the earth There’s nowhere to hide The devil and his disciples Rejoice my suicide God is dead Bustin’ heads breaking legs smashin’ faces spreading hate Screaming out this can’t be real Broken bottles chains and knifes bats and pipes to end your life Crush you beneath my wheels And of course no regret give me freedom or give me death You’re flirting with disaster Riding wild running free no one’s gonna govern me |
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Feb 6th, 2009 03:51 PM | ||||
kahljorn | The first quote is from dostoyevsky | |||
Feb 6th, 2009 03:47 PM | ||||
Kitsa |
I'm burned out on academia, so you get a fat emo kid who's sad there's no cake. |
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Feb 6th, 2009 02:41 PM | ||||
Grislygus | New Thread Rule: If we can find a better combo than the shrieking dad and GOD IS DEAD, we post it here | |||
Feb 6th, 2009 02:39 PM | ||||
Grislygus |
Kahl, where the hell do you think I got that? http://www.losanjealous.com/nfc/ Besides, everybody's read Nieztche. It's not like I picked up on a Kirkegaard or Marcel quote |
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Feb 6th, 2009 02:20 PM | ||||
kahljorn |
;D Could you tell who wrote that without googling it, grisly? I'll be impressed with you, if so. "God died of his pity for man." |
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