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Waiting for the Sirens' Call
Scriptures of an urban soul in shackles of boundless emotional yearning
Created on 2004-04-28 21:25:07 (#2988802), last updated 2005-12-25
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Basic Info| Name: | realityconquest |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 02-18 |
| Location: | Flushing, New York, United States |
Bio Ok screw it. I've been sitting here for literally 30 minutes now, trying desperately to resolve the dilemma the phrase "here you can enter a little mini-biography about yourself" has presented me...but no longer. I'm getting this next bit off my chest so i can clear my head and focus more clearly on what i want to say.
To my good buddy Live Journal:
I feel this rather intense gnawing in my brain...the sting of a pulsating headache...it has even made my stomach upset, as I honestly CANNOT continue my writing ventures...no let me rephrase that, I CANT EVEN START MY WRITING VENTURES because you're statement has literally made it impossible for me to focus. I can't cast it aside. So in that sense, I congratulate you, you have managed to anger me merely a few seconds into opening up my profile page. I think this is probably lack of sleep talking, I'm flat out beat right now, but presenting me with a block of writing space and having enough gall to tell ME what the fuck im SUPPOSED to do with it is like giving somebody paper and crayons and telling them that they can draw. Show the users of this site some fucking respect! That statement is extremely pretentious. I get the distinct impression that I am being spoken down to, being condescended, and nobody likes being condescended to. You know what, this is not about the users of this site, this is about me, I want the respect. So who is pretentious now?? I guess I am! So what do you have to say to that?? Back down and learn your role. You are an electronic medium through which I can process my thoughts, you are nothing more, and I wont take orders from you.
To my good buddy Live Journal:
I feel this rather intense gnawing in my brain...the sting of a pulsating headache...it has even made my stomach upset, as I honestly CANNOT continue my writing ventures...no let me rephrase that, I CANT EVEN START MY WRITING VENTURES because you're statement has literally made it impossible for me to focus. I can't cast it aside. So in that sense, I congratulate you, you have managed to anger me merely a few seconds into opening up my profile page. I think this is probably lack of sleep talking, I'm flat out beat right now, but presenting me with a block of writing space and having enough gall to tell ME what the fuck im SUPPOSED to do with it is like giving somebody paper and crayons and telling them that they can draw. Show the users of this site some fucking respect! That statement is extremely pretentious. I get the distinct impression that I am being spoken down to, being condescended, and nobody likes being condescended to. You know what, this is not about the users of this site, this is about me, I want the respect. So who is pretentious now?? I guess I am! So what do you have to say to that?? Back down and learn your role. You are an electronic medium through which I can process my thoughts, you are nothing more, and I wont take orders from you.
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