ok I have turned on sigs, although I've had "allow emails from administrators" turned on for ages and it's been useless.

chbabbb neither asks my opinions nor sends me porn. useless forum function.

it's all over the news. he ran over his brain with a truck...a truck named chabbbi

he's special.

suicide never made more sense, but i thought if i can get through this i'll only come out stronger.

died on my birthday

RIP

:( :( :(

who are the concentration camp victims in your sig, stu?

and correction: he died FOR your birthday.

i'll always remember him then. sir kinnik




i dunno which sig, it keeps changin?

This is the best joke I've ever heard in my life.

Poor thing.

This how remember him. A sweet, kind human being with a heart of gold. They all go away, eventually:
Originally Posted by kinnikpasswordforgetter
geniteele, when you were young and you could actually feel something from music and life, did you plan to end up like this? because honestly i dont think you did, you're just such an obese talentless layabot you pissed your life away in the shadow of other peoples glory, living off rushes of narcissism about all the things you were going to do and going to be. and look at the repugnant monster that stands before you in the mirror. was this doom and utter defeat part of the plan? was this grisly descent into mediocrity and irrelevance something your younger self could have lived with? i don't think it was. at what point did you give up genteel? at what point did you have such reserves of solipsistic idiocy you could just sit and fiddle each day away in a lonely daze?

at what point did you lose any remotely appealing characteristic and just become this soiled suppository of broken dreams and saturated fats? at what point did the familiar stench of sweat mould and anal itching become part of the decor? at what point did you give up on the external world, and settle into a long, pointless wait for death. trudging each day to the shop to buy more junk to stuff your gawping jowls with as the low hum of the computer monitor lulled you into a deep smelly trance? at what point did the voices in your head provide you with enough company to neglect the real world? at what point did you become satisfied with the deluded and demented minefield of your own imagination taking the place of all those magical things you were going to do? at what point could you no longer do anything but dull the awareness of the rancid mire you inhabited with hefty globs of chocolate and crisps? at what point did it all turn from gold to shit?

ok who's pm'ing me pretending to be nik?

fuck off.

I thought I posted here. Then again I'm still drunk from yesterday. Anyway I luv Nik. Hope he comes back soon. :(

I love Nik too.
But these pvt msgs don't sound like him.
But then again, I'm incredibly paranoid.
But they still don't.
So I'm sorry.

post them!!!

(((I bet it's glice)))

No long words.

I feel like my favorite tv show was cancelled, or worse, my favorite musician cleaned up, found Jesus and started an orphanage for Iraqi youth.

:(

Didn't know you're into korn.