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I'll start.

The dungeon bears you no fondness.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:31 (eleven years ago) link

(u may have an interest in: Notes you wrote yourself that you no longer understand.)

carpathian florist (roxymuzak), Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:47 (eleven years ago) link

I have seen that! It is a good thread.

I do not have many of those things, and when I see them I never think to post on ilx.

Riding my bike home from school a couple of days ago I was thinking how people sharpen their observation and thinking skills so that they may post later on a message board such as ilx.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:59 (eleven years ago) link

do you think its depressing

carpathian florist (roxymuzak), Sunday, 28 June 2009 06:59 (eleven years ago) link



That sentence, and the way it's typed.

But the thread?

I haven't looked it over lately.

Do you think it's depressing?

Ohhhh. You mean the thing about thinking of what to say later on a message board. Um, I think it sharpens the mind. I was thinking during that same bike ride about how we do things for each other, about all of the things we as people wouldn't do unless other people were around. I think people make us do things that are pretty great.

And so that's similar - thinking and observing things cleverly because you know you have someone to share with.

I have problems with divided attention, though, which is an issue I've talked to you about. Really I just want people I care about that I can talk about whatever with - real versatile people.

That's why I like Thomas, because there's a LOAD of things I can talk to him about that no one else is good at talking about. He knows so much stuff and I don't know where it comes from, and he appreciates minutiae.

I do think that people are increasingly having trouble with divided attention. Twitter is like that. I mean, I think about how I check my cell phone or email too much, but then I look around me and it's like some people - thankfully not all of them - are just itching to connect to entities through screens. And young people are going to be fucked up by the Internet and their cell phones, and then they're going to raise ultra fucked up children who only know strip malls and never even got to experience that wild west suburbia of the 80's and 90's with skateboards and Hungry Howie's or whatever - they're just going to be living in the concrete desert and think of a tree as something planted in the median to make it look nice.

And that wild west suburbia is just some consolation prize, anyway, for the sorry Gen Xers and Gen Yers who got stuck in crumby subdivisions.

But it's only going to get worse, and the way we relate is going to become stranger, more absurd and far more ironical, but not in good ways really.

All pretty challopy, I guess? And nothing can or will be done about it, but it's just about to trigger dispair and it's causing total human dissonance.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:11 (eleven years ago) link

New poem:

And you can't download shirt.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:26 (eleven years ago) link

drag the beaches picture toward the
center of two columns w/
the top edge of the picture
aligned with the text as is &
the left edge of the picture
at around the 2-inch mark
on the horizontal ruler


bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:28 (eleven years ago) link

Effing Robbe-Grillet up there.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 07:28 (eleven years ago) link

the overapologizing thing is a thing. i hate it and do it.

bamcquern, Sunday, 28 June 2009 21:20 (eleven years ago) link

i met a girl named martina! she was long island, and i was gay.

bamcquern, Sunday, 5 July 2009 18:02 (eleven years ago) link

i couldnt find a video of him performing it but listen to the lyrics

hey my little family

my room is clean and im knitting

i swear nothing makes me happier than a peaceful space and some needles

i really really need my bedroom to be simple and uncluttered and white
for calming purposes you know what i mean

do you have to be obsessed with yarn and needles and hooks like i am
to think that is the most inviting little space youve ever seen

feeling so inspired

one thing i enjoy about facebook is the old pictures that friends and
fam upload to walk down memory lane together with you

me 1982

with that heres the stuff i eat salad with chicken a different salad
with chicken repeat repeat this is the hard thing about it not a ton
of delicious options im kind of kidding ive found a few other yummy
things too

refined sugar will be your enemy till you die

remember how i was so proud that my room was clean and i was knitting
well i still am

valentines day preparations

Quilt kits finally all done

cate chose these pretty little traditional valentines cards from bunny
cakes i love them

again happy things

cate did you love disney games on the computer when you were five

i have never been an animal person i swore id never have a dog who
wants to pick up poop not me but somehow in my baby hungry weakness i
was convinced to relent by the other two mccalebs who said they
desperately needed a puppy fine whatever just take care of her and
pick up the poop

but the commonality between each experience was- it was out of my
hands i occasionally fell in love with someone who couldnt be had i
occasionally had to run from someone who wouldnt let me go

cate what did you play on the computer then

Hans Holbein (Chinchilla Volapük), Sunday, 5 July 2009 21:44 (eleven years ago) link

i've gotten variations of that spam!

harbl, Sunday, 5 July 2009 21:48 (eleven years ago) link

Sorry, had to:

"Pick-up" acquaintances often take girls autoriding, to cafès, and to theatres with the intention of leading them into sex relations. Disease or child-birth may follow

Avoid the man who tries to take liberties with you
He is selfishly thoughtless and inconsiderate of you

Believe no one who says it is necessary to induldge sex desire

Know the men you associate with

bamcquern, Monday, 6 July 2009 05:37 (eleven years ago) link

sort of belongs here (even though 1p3 is way superior to ile as everyone knows):

The rolling Spam Poetry thread.

bamcquern, Thursday, 16 July 2009 17:34 (eleven years ago) link

one month passes...

Somewhere there's one of a critter in a disc brake assembly it is dire.

― Hunt3r, Wednesday, 17 October 2007 18:36 (1 year ago)

bamcquern, Sunday, 30 August 2009 18:43 (eleven years ago) link

eight months pass...

intense anger
desire to fuck shit up

- tehresa

not having a luxury watch is terrible (unregistered), Sunday, 23 May 2010 17:48 (ten years ago) link

seven years pass...

I just got off the 67th Street subway station
and we heard an announcement saying
the cops are here, the cops are here.
There is a homeless man armed.
The cops are here the cops are here.
I just kept walking.
We all just kept walking
and left the station asap.
I didn't see anything.

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 2 September 2017 01:05 (three years ago) link

two weeks pass...

Two nights ago my neighbor from down the hall died, a woman in her sixties that I only really knew as a slightly off but nice lady who smoked a lot (but quit months before she died, probably because of illness), and who put up a little clip art printout flyer for every federal holiday -- labor day, memorial day, presidents' day, MLK day, etc. She said hi to my kids and we'd occasionally make small talk in the hall. The police were in the hallway a long time, and I talked a little with neighbors and the super about how we hadn't known her that well, how people had stopped seeing her smoke outside, how she had kicked out the boyfriend who used to come around (a guy I knew only as "Bobby"), and how she had probably been ill -- that sort of vaguely sad small talk people make when they feel like they should be somber but don't quite know how to feel about the death of a person they weren't close to.

Then last night I was driving home and traffic came to a standstill, but I could clearly see that the traffic only went on several hundred feet ahead of me, with the highway totally clear beyond that. It took what seemed like a very long time for the traffic to inch up, so I assumed multiple lanes were blocked by something. I cursed a bit and banged my wheel because I wanted to get home before my kids went to bed. As I approached the stopping point of the traffic, I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder to my right, and a group of men standing around looking distraught. Then I saw two more cars stopped on the left shoulder. Then I saw a motorcycle laid down flat across one of the lanes, as though someone had just gently placed it there. It was aqua and white with sort of vintage styling. Then I looked to my right again and, just as I was about to clear the blockage, saw that there was a man lying on his back, eyes closed, and another man doing chest thrusts on him. The man lying on his back wasn't responding. I had that momentary urge like I should pull over too, just because this was a grave situation, even though it was obvious someone would have already called 911 and there was already a man performing CPR and I don't even know CPR, and therefore I would add absolutely nothing to the equation. I thought that the man was probably dead, and then I drove away.

Anyway, when I got home I searched "death" on ILX.

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:36 (three years ago) link









Played to death!

the death of ILE

Death To Smoochy

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:36 (three years ago) link


The Death of the Subject
Death to the Workers!
house of death?
death to the deathist
death of wrestlers
Death by Webboarding
The Death of the Telegram
Fear of death.
The Death of Childhood
Death of a President

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:38 (three years ago) link


Death of the suburbs?
death drug
death dreams
Death and Music
Death of the party
death to the zeitgeist
death by chocolate
Death to the Underground
Death to the Subwoofer
loved to death

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:38 (three years ago) link


Killed By Death
Death Vessel?
death car
the death of the album
Fan Death
Death Certificate
Death Grips
Death Angel
The popes death
Popes death

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:39 (three years ago) link

jeez today /was/ a weird day

Mordy, Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:40 (three years ago) link


sex then death
Flodding and Death
Death & Pregnancy
orgasm or death ?
my death
moog death
moogle death
mega death
muggle death

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:41 (three years ago) link


dicky's death


Sleep Is Death


Eagles of Death Metal- Death By Sexxxy
If it is a choice between Richmond and Death... I choose Death.
Southern death Cult/death Cult/Cult choose!
Upcoming "Choosing Death" death metal/ grindcore book?
Death metal fans....favorite Death album
worse death: drowing in cum or being crushed to death
I am the Angel of Death.

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:43 (three years ago) link


bataan death martch
murder death kill
Johnny Knoxville Death Hoax
death scenes in the movies
death and how to live through it
Scare us to death...
Picture your own death
Bore me to death
Death of a great American

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:47 (three years ago) link

ok there are a lot more pages of death search results. I'll come back to this another time.

the last famous person you were surprised to discover was actually (man alive), Saturday, 16 September 2017 01:48 (three years ago) link

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