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Quote from: Hack Brodenheimer on September 14, 2014, 10:50:37 AMQuote from: Lord Hienz on September 14, 2014, 10:32:31 AMQuote from: IDidIt4TheNetFame on September 12, 2014, 01:35:22 AMleave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!Great alias Hack...lmao...the irony of this post here.Irony tyrannizes us. The reason why our pervasive cultural irony is at once so powerful and so unsatisfying is that an ironist is impossible to pin down. All irony is a variation on a sort of existential poker-face. All U.S. irony is based on an implicit ‘I don’t really mean what I say.’ So what does irony as a cultural norm mean to say? That it’s impossible to mean what you say? That maybe it’s too bad it’s impossible, but wake up and smell the coffee already? Most likely, I think, today’s irony ends up saying: ‘How very banal to ask what I mean.’The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of ‘anti-rebels,’ born oglers woh dare to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse single-entendre values. Who treat old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point, why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk things. Risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. The new rebels might be the ones willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘How banal.’ Accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Credulity. Willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. Today’s most engaged young fiction does seem like some kind of line’s end’s end. I guess that means we all get to draw our own conclusions. Have to. Are you immensely pleased.
Quote from: Lord Hienz on September 14, 2014, 10:32:31 AMQuote from: IDidIt4TheNetFame on September 12, 2014, 01:35:22 AMleave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!Great alias Hack...lmao...the irony of this post here.
Quote from: IDidIt4TheNetFame on September 12, 2014, 01:35:22 AMleave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!Great alias Hack...
leave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!
Quote from: Lord Hienz on September 16, 2014, 02:25:12 PMQuote from: Hack Brodenheimer on September 14, 2014, 10:50:37 AMQuote from: Lord Hienz on September 14, 2014, 10:32:31 AMQuote from: IDidIt4TheNetFame on September 12, 2014, 01:35:22 AMleave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!Great alias Hack...lmao...the irony of this post here.Irony tyrannizes us. The reason why our pervasive cultural irony is at once so powerful and so unsatisfying is that an ironist is impossible to pin down. All irony is a variation on a sort of existential poker-face. All U.S. irony is based on an implicit ‘I don’t really mean what I say.’ So what does irony as a cultural norm mean to say? That it’s impossible to mean what you say? That maybe it’s too bad it’s impossible, but wake up and smell the coffee already? Most likely, I think, today’s irony ends up saying: ‘How very banal to ask what I mean.’The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of ‘anti-rebels,’ born oglers woh dare to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse single-entendre values. Who treat old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point, why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk things. Risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. The new rebels might be the ones willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘How banal.’ Accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Credulity. Willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. Today’s most engaged young fiction does seem like some kind of line’s end’s end. I guess that means we all get to draw our own conclusions. Have to. Are you immensely pleased.Uhhhhhhh. Huh?
Quote from: doublee313 on September 16, 2014, 04:06:00 PMQuote from: Lord Hienz on September 16, 2014, 02:25:12 PMQuote from: Hack Brodenheimer on September 14, 2014, 10:50:37 AMQuote from: Lord Hienz on September 14, 2014, 10:32:31 AMQuote from: IDidIt4TheNetFame on September 12, 2014, 01:35:22 AMleave jmix alone, hes a good guy!!Great alias Hack...lmao...the irony of this post here.Irony tyrannizes us. The reason why our pervasive cultural irony is at once so powerful and so unsatisfying is that an ironist is impossible to pin down. All irony is a variation on a sort of existential poker-face. All U.S. irony is based on an implicit ‘I don’t really mean what I say.’ So what does irony as a cultural norm mean to say? That it’s impossible to mean what you say? That maybe it’s too bad it’s impossible, but wake up and smell the coffee already? Most likely, I think, today’s irony ends up saying: ‘How very banal to ask what I mean.’The next real literary ‘rebels’ in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of ‘anti-rebels,’ born oglers woh dare to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse single-entendre values. Who treat old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point, why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk things. Risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. The new rebels might be the ones willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the ‘How banal.’ Accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Credulity. Willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows. Today’s most engaged young fiction does seem like some kind of line’s end’s end. I guess that means we all get to draw our own conclusions. Have to. Are you immensely pleased.Uhhhhhhh. Huh?Real niggas be articulate.
quick question, are you an escapee from any mental institutions?
Quote from: U.N.T.O.U.C.H.A.B.L.E. on September 24, 2014, 06:30:59 PMquick question, are you an escapee from any mental institutions? Get humble. we're all narcissists, butyou take the cake, youtake it and eat it and spit it back in the faceof the last person who cared and whose time you could waste.I'll watch you fade away from the fire on the bridge thatyou burned, thatI didn't try to put out, becauseit was-is inevitablefor me: non-worshipper of the airyou breathe, it is inevitable that eventuallyI will sink into the ground whereyour substandard friends reside, whereyou ground them into your heel becauseno one's good enough for you.The only one who has a chanceis a replica of yourself, and I am tiredof dragging you away from your poolof tormented reflections, I amtiredof soaking my shirt with your snot.oh-and that party, the one I didn't plan for you?did you stop to think for a minute who would come?no one. you are so torturedpoor thing, you just can't standall the fake, directionless, faux-acquaintances thatremind you so deeply of yourself.If I were you, I'd be in denial too.So I didn'tsay happy birthday, and I'm sorry. Truly.But I did spend the money I don't have to drive the car that needs gas to pick you up and buy you cigarettes and buy the alcohol and buy your night. If it wasn't that night, it was another one.But I did always remind you that you are loved, that you are powerful, that you are strongthat you can overcome the brick walls staring youin the face.But I did pick you up on the side of the road at 2 in the morning,But I did look deep in your eyes and love your wounded demons,But I did come over and calm you down before the cops came andarrested you.I may have moved away, I may not have the money or timeto give you what you want, but I gave you my love.I gave you my support. I gave you everything I could.and we loved each other.But you needed me morethen I needed you.You were a big part of my life, but you weren'tall of itlike you are asking to be. (and I won't apologize.)Yes, perhaps I came off as dismissivebecause you're not used to lives refusing to revolvearound the sun of your problems.But I understand, because you don't understandwhat it's liketo be an adultand have responsibilities, tohave budgets and schedules andan ambition my mommy can't pay for.you had to be a man when you were a child, and nowas a manyou are but a kidreclaiming your lost innocence.I understand, but you made your choice.and I don't feel like changing your mind.Though I will always love you and your twists and turnsthat aren't as complicated as you think.I love your passion even though it doesn't reachvery far. I know you're trying. I've seen the stone wellof your deepest wisdom, your unloved vulnerability,and I've loved. And I've wishedthat there was some way to convince youhow appreciated you are, though you'll neverbelieve me.I will love you from afar darling, so I won't be toldI'm not enough for you.I'll return to the beautiful chaos of our friendshipwhen you put it in perspective, and whenthe cup of my patience refills, becausedespite everythingYOU ARE WORTH IT.
lmao i didn't make that poster you pussy, and quit lying we know you used daddy's credit card while he was on vacation
anybody know from where jmix got those 2pac instrumentals playing in his videos?
ill show you what REAL pull looks like homie, that pic of me you posted? it will be removed and not BY you. watch.