nt junkie recipe
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- mrdobolina0
that fool owes me money!
- lifeinbinary0
you and millions others.
- zedvox0
iforgivebush™
- shellie0
I misspell a lot. There are some reasons for it... but...
Usually, I know I just spelled something wrong right after I've pushed "send" or "boadcast"... You communicate so quickly here, You've kind of just got to let it go. We're not writing novels in the PVAN.
It's sort of annoying that i have to do the follow up "oops i just typed something wrong" post right after and apologize for a mistake. It's really unnecessary. Personally, I think it's sort of rude. It can make some people feel shitty, reguardless of how you may take it.
- shellie0
see? *broadcast
goddamnit
- mrdobolina0
shellie, you spelled 'broadcast' incorrectly.
- zedvox0
bwhahahaha
- Jaline0
oh shitters. watch out. You'll end up in the sewers by morning.
- shellie0
i beat you to it, fucker :)
- lifeinbinary0
times like these on nt is what i am addicted to.
- mrdobolina0
:D
- zedvox0
i personally think engrish is hott™
about time the langauge is evolving. i love things like urban dictionary and et al.
- shellie0
Then, what's your poison?
- shellie0
I met a Japanese girl who said all her Ls like Rs. It was great. I hope she never changes. Listening to her talk is so much fun. And she's got a one up on me, anyway. She speaks perfect Japanese and fairly good English. Can't hate on that.
- Jaline0
"What's one man's poison, signior,
Is another's meat or drink."
- _salisae_0
spelling correctly is for the birds. ask taragee.
- ********0
I'm a rather disapointing idiot that happens to have come across some rather sweet people through NT.
I still dream as I have always done, I dream of random evenings watching the sun set, drinking strange cocktails invented that evening. I dream of summer randomness spent with strange people, late nights in vacant lots, lying motionless on cold concrete, tickled by weeds. Staring at stars under unknown skies.
I imagine these distant nights as I attempt to sleep in the city, as I contemplate a vaccuos future, as I imagine the nothingness I have been confronted by since days gone.
There was a time when I saw the future, I saw the gleaming lights and I saw the possibilities I was promised. I saw myself and I saw my friends, I saw us all in this magical place so close to reality; we laughed and we joked, we talked and we scoffed. Incredible ideas were hatched, ridiculous slang was formed faster than the speed of light. Untouchable we were. An infallible unit, nothing would happen unless all were involved, and all involved we were. Schooltime small crime, daytime robbery from lifting to literal. We were all down somehow, damn, the chalice was hit every day, share and share alike but providing was a necessity. Pay to play the name of the game. Age 15 hooked to the screen, spinning reels, acid, cheap feels. Butane, diazepam, ephedrine, tamazepam. Wasters, wasted, no intention, no plan.
Don't look back in anger they say, and who would? and why? We were stupid, we were were young, some are jailed but fuck them anyway. Some are smackheads but fuck them anyway.
This has been a true story broadcast courtesy of rasko.
- rasko40
oh fuck.. too druink hahah
- shellie0
No™
- _salisae_0
100!