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Acid Frenzy Report | 04/01/2009 3:59 pm

Pleasure's all mine. Back to trolling these ridiculous Gaians now! There are so many people worth ******** with on here that there isn't enough time to properly give any one person the business.

Rats Backward Report | 03/30/2009 5:32 pm

I can see all of Orion, and that's more than five right there.
I moved about six months ago. I'm still in the same area, but you could see so many stars at my other house compared to this one.

What are you majoring in?

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/30/2009 1:31 am

Well every good hour of every good day is fun for me. Only thing that isn't fun is paying bills with the money I "earn".

To answer your question, I get high and go visit my friends, write (for myself or for the publication we started together, either way I am living out my dream), play videogames, mostly old games, old PlayStation RPGs lately. Reliving the childhood sort of thing, I guess. I can tell it's getting stale, though. And I'll have to find a new hobby soon.

I have a wonderful partner and spending time with her is really the best part of any day because she's such a good friend and puts me at ease. I don't need to drink or do drugs to feel that elation when she is around because she stands alone as a good thing but then they only serve to cheapen my experience of her. Pollute it, really. She's like a rare, expensive rum that you wouldn't want to mix with anything else at the risk of tainting the virtue of its purity. She's more fun than anything else I do - on par with writing and getting paid for it, which, when that happens, is greater than or equal to the best sexual experience you'll ever have. And that's hardly an exaggeration.

I love to get out into nature, with a hike or to fish. We have good trails here in this spiritless Appalachian town, and they have lots of views and flora throughout them.

I play music with my writer friend occasionally. After you do it enough, it's just like writing in its structure and how the brain tends to put it together.

I can't wait to move. I am dead here, like everyone else. I want out so ******** badly, but the scary thought that creeps back into my mind is that it'll be like this anywhere I go - deflated and disappointing. The excitement of drinking young thinking something awesome was right around the corner has exhausted itself and turned into a grim new assessment of what things always are and always will be. Or so I fear. My life is stagnant and newspapers are either dead or dying. I have no future in my dreams, and it casts a shadow over everything I do. ********. I think that's the truth, man.

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/30/2009 12:56 am

What do I think? Okay, let's see...I'm getting pretty tired now; it's late and my eyes are burning, and the news is molesting the right ear. I have to agree that people are mostly under-stimulated. Ironically, it is the result of conditioning to the constant over-stimulation technological advancement has accustomed us to. Between blackberries, porn-anywhere and the metaverse on the horizon, blue balls are a thing of the past, and so are other natural occurrences - sexual arousal, emotional interest, commitment to the physical world, questioning of reality as it pertains to our control within it, and the implications of how technology will ultimately change that; all on the decline, even as these issues become ever more relevant.

I don't know what things are like on your side of the Mississippi, but here in this sorry state that I live in, hyposensitivity is not something we would concern ourselves with. It's a bothersome notion that "people don't care" but when did they ever? Hypersensitivity to these cold, hard facts of life is a direct result of your over-analyzation of [all that s**t you mentioned earlier] and how that fits in with your everyday life. I mean, I don't deny my own sensitivity by acknowledging it and knowing its limits, but there is an uncomfortable number of people who truly don't know the score of their own ball-game and this creates problems in situations demanding of a crucial level of detail consistently provided by people with a constant bearing on their own sense of relevance to their immediate existence, no matter how small it is compared to the fractal cosmos. Like in journalism, or a panel of mechanical engineers.

I know nothing of "Vector" but it sounds like some god-awful predatory stock-circular scheme with an ambiguous name attached to it. Probably fraudulent, too, by the way they've been treating you. Nothing called Vector has helped or ever will help bring money to the people who need it, anyway. Call in some bomb-threats and see if they have any buildings worth evacuating. This won't prove anything, but should be good for a laugh.

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/29/2009 11:36 pm

This is the kind of s**t I started thinking about after I took LSD for my first time as a Freshman in college. Like you (I guess), I lost complete touch with reality and sort of rebuilt my understanding of it from that point forward. Of course it's only a perception. Perceived reality is much different from true reality; that's an objective, scientifically observable fact, but on the other hand that's all that can really be said about it. You can go as far down that theoretical, pseudo-philosophical road as you want but you'll have more questions than answers, depending on how seriously you take yourself and I wouldn't recommend this train of thought to someone looking to make better sense of "just what the ******** is going on?" I for one love to sit around verbalizing with a friend what inevitably comes from trying to picture the Universe as a whole, but we never launch right into it nor do we take it seriously enough to amount of our bullshitting to something you might call reality, or even an explanation for it. Of course I follow you. It sounds like you're 19 years old, or at least where I was at 19. But this kind of talk is only good for shits and giggles. Got anything substantial?

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/29/2009 11:10 pm

I can pretty well guarantee that you don't know me. And I know I don't know you, but it sounds like you've got some writer-friends who have not yet found their convictions. I find that interesting - people who decide they're going to write but don't yet have their message in order before the fingers hit the keys; it's a paradox, or maybe just stupidity. I wouldn't want to insult these friends of yours, should they really exist. Now, I'm all for your proposed game of social interaction but since I don't currently care to fondle the aforementioned situation, I feel that maybe it'd be a nice healthy challenge for you to start the conversation. What, besides photographing yourself, is interesting to you?

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/29/2009 10:54 pm

Oh, I thought you wanted to talk about something interesting.

Acid Frenzy Report | 03/29/2009 10:52 pm

My secrets? Of what nature?

Rats Backward Report | 03/29/2009 10:18 pm

Yeah. It's not because I'm obsessed with myself, I swear.

That sounds amazing. Why did you move?
It's pretty dark where I live if you wait until around midnight when everyone's asleep.

Rats Backward Report | 03/29/2009 9:56 pm

That's an amazing name.

I actually want to name my kids after the stars, or names that mean star.
Why did she stop writing?

It's fine. I don't mind.