The-Boring-Self-Absorbed-Rambely-Bullshit-Thread
April 18, 2016 at 8:46 pm
(This post was last modified: April 18, 2016 at 8:59 pm by Edwardo Piet.)
Thread to vent out and ramble about all the stuff on your mind that you personally believe is boring as fuck to everyone involved but it's nevertheless on your mind. Post it here just on the off-chance someone for some weird reason doesn't find it intensely dull as fuck.
Okay I will start. And I don't know when I will stop.
I have started already by the way I am not even sure what I am talking about yet. Um, okay this is thinking fucking aloud what the fuck. Boring, boring boring... how to be boring. Um... oh wait I'm not supposed to be trying to be boring -- I am supposed to say stuff that's on my mind but merely happens to be boring.
If anyone kudoses this, fucking hell, I feel sorry for you -- but not really because lol I don't know you're probably just super lovely and like me even when I am boring as fuck -- this entire fucking post is going nowhere. It's all speaking without purpose. I mean look at me now my entire point is that this post itself has no point which itself may sort of be a point but what is the fucking point of that (point)?!
Pointless self-referential ass-wank. What the fuckin' fuck, I mean. This is some self-absorbed bollocks leading nowhere and drifting everywhere right here. What the fuck am I talking about? Exactly. I am talking about "What the fuck am I talking about?" What the fuck?! WTF?! Again. Exactly. THAT. I'm talking about that. Meaning this. It. Yes.
Anyhoo. Where was I? Oh wait nowhere. Here. I haven't even thought of a subject yet. Does there need to be one? Does there need to be a subject for self-absorbed rambely ass-wank? This is really utter shite really. Whatever this is. It's this. This shit right here.
"Talking all day with nothing to say your shallow proclamations; all misinformation." -- me right there. (Well, no, that's not me that's a quote from Steven Wilson singing in his band Porcupine Tree from their 9th album Fear of a Blank Planet from the title track (Also "Fear of a Blank Planet") that is also the first song on the album) -- But, I mean, that's what I'm like right here. I'm talking all day, with nothing all to say, my shallow-fucking-ass-wank all mis-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK-fuckfuckitery misinformation.
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes, typing in real time at a speed as if I am talking aloud like a fucker talking all day with nothing to say [insert the rest of the aforequoted quote here Oh For Fuck Sake I Could Have Just Literally Inserted It Here Rather Than Type This Shit Because This Shit Is Far Longer Than The Actual Quote Itself And Why The Fuck Am I Capitalizing The First Letter Of Every Single One Of These Fuckin' (yes, "fuckin'" let's omit the "g" to massively fail to seem more badass than I actually am (fail because it's not badass, it's me being a sillyface for fun and tryin' ta give some attitude and mood to tha here situation ain't it?).
Oh I was nowhere.
Okay I will start. And I don't know when I will stop.
I have started already by the way I am not even sure what I am talking about yet. Um, okay this is thinking fucking aloud what the fuck. Boring, boring boring... how to be boring. Um... oh wait I'm not supposed to be trying to be boring -- I am supposed to say stuff that's on my mind but merely happens to be boring.
If anyone kudoses this, fucking hell, I feel sorry for you -- but not really because lol I don't know you're probably just super lovely and like me even when I am boring as fuck -- this entire fucking post is going nowhere. It's all speaking without purpose. I mean look at me now my entire point is that this post itself has no point which itself may sort of be a point but what is the fucking point of that (point)?!
Pointless self-referential ass-wank. What the fuckin' fuck, I mean. This is some self-absorbed bollocks leading nowhere and drifting everywhere right here. What the fuck am I talking about? Exactly. I am talking about "What the fuck am I talking about?" What the fuck?! WTF?! Again. Exactly. THAT. I'm talking about that. Meaning this. It. Yes.
Anyhoo. Where was I? Oh wait nowhere. Here. I haven't even thought of a subject yet. Does there need to be one? Does there need to be a subject for self-absorbed rambely ass-wank? This is really utter shite really. Whatever this is. It's this. This shit right here.
"Talking all day with nothing to say your shallow proclamations; all misinformation." -- me right there. (Well, no, that's not me that's a quote from Steven Wilson singing in his band Porcupine Tree from their 9th album Fear of a Blank Planet from the title track (Also "Fear of a Blank Planet") that is also the first song on the album) -- But, I mean, that's what I'm like right here. I'm talking all day, with nothing all to say, my shallow-fucking-ass-wank all mis-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK-fuckfuckitery misinformation.
Anyway. Where was I? Oh yes, typing in real time at a speed as if I am talking aloud like a fucker talking all day with nothing to say [insert the rest of the aforequoted quote here Oh For Fuck Sake I Could Have Just Literally Inserted It Here Rather Than Type This Shit Because This Shit Is Far Longer Than The Actual Quote Itself And Why The Fuck Am I Capitalizing The First Letter Of Every Single One Of These Fuckin' (yes, "fuckin'" let's omit the "g" to massively fail to seem more badass than I actually am (fail because it's not badass, it's me being a sillyface for fun and tryin' ta give some attitude and mood to tha here situation ain't it?).
Oh I was nowhere.
