Nevermind....
Sometimes you get a flash of brilliance....and it's just a flash
You can't catch it; can't hold it. It's a fleeting moment of genius. You try to share it with the OG and...it gets shat right out.
Unfortunately that has been happening to me a lot on this site, so much that anytime I make a somewhat long post, I start copying the post Just in case when I hit "post", I get the same screen. It's helped me out on more than one ocassion.
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BringBackHeadbutts -Unfortunately that has been happening to me a lot on this site, so much that anytime I make a somewhat long post, I start copying the post Just in case when I hit "post", I get the same screen. It's helped me out on more than one ocassion.
Sadly...I seem to be incapable of learning this simple lesson.
perhaps the new forum will auto-save posts as u type em
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ranier wolfcastle -perhaps the new forum will auto-save posts as u type em
That'd be cool. I'm hoping the new forum gives magic blow jobs.
So when you took this "shart in the dark"
Did you feel anything wet?
I remember having a forum like 15 years ago with about 100,000 users. Then we got smart, bought VBulletin and within 2 days transferred all the databases over. Didn't lose any material, any posts, any user information. That was me and one dude who are not CS majors.
Point is, it's not fucking hard to port the dbs over to new software. But fuck us users right? They'll do something about this shit when there's a whole 36 users left.
Stains on the sheet, show up in the night
I can can’t keep breathing
Paid for a pill but it doesn’t seem right
Something there I can believe in
Noises are coming but not from my head
I can hear them, I can smell them
Vanishing memories of things that were said
They just might hurt me now
But a shart in the dark, one slip away from poo
A shart in the dark, always creeping up on you
Taught by the powers that preach over me
I can’t hear their empty reason
I wouldn’t listen I learnt how to wipe
I opened up my ass to treason
But just like the wounded and when it’s too late
They’ll remember they’ll surrender
Never a care for the people who taste
Underestimate me now
But a shart in the dark one squeak away from poo
A shart in the dark not a thing that you can do
A shart in the dark always creeping up on you
But just like the wounded and when it’s too late
They’ll remember your ass will surrender
Never a care for the people who hate
Underestimate me now
But a shart in the dark one fart away from poo
A shart in the dark not a thing that you can do
A shart in the dark always creeping up on you, not air tight
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
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dhughes -BringBackHeadbutts -Unfortunately that has been happening to me a lot on this site, so much that anytime I make a somewhat long post, I start copying the post Just in case when I hit "post", I get the same screen. It's helped me out on more than one ocassion.
Sadly...I seem to be incapable of learning this simple lesson.
That's how I learned to put my hands up when I started taking striking Eventually when you get the sting of being punched in the face enough times, you'll develop the proper muscle memory.
A few more long post that immediately are vanished when you hit the post button, and you'll get that same muscle memory.
Lurker99 - Stains on the sheet, show up in the nightI can can’t keep breathing
Paid for a pill but it doesn’t seem right
Something there I can believe in
Noises are coming but not from my head
I can hear them, I can smell them
Vanishing memories of things that were said
They just might hurt me now
But a shart in the dark, one slip away from poo
A shart in the dark, always creeping up on you
Taught by the powers that preach over me
I can’t hear their empty reason
I wouldn’t listen I learnt how to wipe
I opened up my ass to treason
But just like the wounded and when it’s too late
They’ll remember they’ll surrender
Never a care for the people who taste
Underestimate me now
But a shart in the dark one squeak away from poo
A shart in the dark not a thing that you can do
A shart in the dark always creeping up on you
But just like the wounded and when it’s too late
They’ll remember your ass will surrender
Never a care for the people who hate
Underestimate me now
But a shart in the dark one fart away from poo
A shart in the dark not a thing that you can do
A shart in the dark always creeping up on you, not air tight
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
Just a shart in the dark
I deem you. NOT A MOD CUNT
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