There should be a rule about how long you can post. Well actually there is. I think it's about 10000 characters or something. It's not long enough for the entire lyrics of Alice's Restaurant, I know that much. I really mena that there should be a rule of thumb. But damn, I hate it when someone writes a whole page in one stupid post. I never read anything on here that takes more than a minute. There. That's my rant. I could be wrong.
"You can get anything you want in Alice´s restaurant...." *sing* (damn, was it anything or everything?)
i totally agree, anyone who posts long posts should be shot. if your interested, this is the first chapter of a book im writing Chapter 1 "Dramatic Classical" Spencer, a teenage boy, around 15 or so, sits in his room, a poster with the peace sign above him, a realistic glass spider in front of him, and two instruments to his left. They are an electric guitar and an electric bass. He held the guitar, playing anything he could, a tune he learned, or he is trying to learn, or just something to get the sound out. It was painted completely black, the only other colors being the white pick guard, the tan wood neck and the metallic strings of course. It was small, but held the fury and gentle melodies of a thousand voices. He felt the need to name it, because of outside influence, but made sure he didn’t rush it. He called it Tigerbeam, a name he often used for his favorite things, an online handle or a character in a story here and there. Another time he held the bass, for much longer though. He was astounded by its grandness. While It looked more menacing than the guitar, with its size and black sunburst, it was much less renowned than the guitar, playing a much subtler role, however prevalent it is. He stared at the large orange abyss on the back for an hour, like a soul being dragged to hell watching the infinite fire surrounded by the high walls of Hell. While they had their differences, they were similar, whether it be their white pickguards, tan wood, or metallic strings. Or their similarity could be in their tone, which is the same, albeit an octave lower with the Bass, somewhere dank, yet often filled with more life than the high tones of the guitar. Both are classified as string instruments and are often used in conjunction. Somehow the reflection of one on the other makes more of an impact than a single one. Anyway, this is not truly a story of a guitar and a bass, the titles says it’s about The Guitar And The Bass, The big ones, the total reflection of all things omni, all things pan, all things all. That’s right, I’m talking about the big poobas, those holy unholy bastards that cause everything that goes down, Jake and Elwood. Let it begin. ------------------------------------------------ There is a small store somewhere in New York. It has the name Moonlight Café, and is next to a starbucks. It has a Mexican theme, but smells of the book store, Borders, and has a comfortable silence, where there are few people, but it doesn’t seem empty, and when they talk it only goes far enough for the intended party to hear. The food there is neither greasy nor dry, but that is not its charm. The bathroom is almost unnoticed, practically hidden, and no one seems to need it. The temperature is always, in a word, cool. This meaning both the temperature itself and the way it is maintained, just a calm cool, don’t know how, don’t need to. One day two men walk in, both in black suites with black sunglasses and black hats. One is calm and cool, swift and determined, but calm and smooth. The other was just freaked out sweating and pissed off. "What the hell was that back there! They could have shot us where we stood if it weren’t for My golden tongue" said the chubby sweating man. "One coke please," said the tall calm man. "And its silver tongue, besides, you saw what happened back there, I had to." remarked the lost soul as he wrapped his fingers that had letters written on them around the coke. "Just because one ignorant remarked on the unnatural existence of homosexual doesn’t mean you have to lecture him about it and proceed to strangle him." replied the short stout soul. "I did that for dramatic effect, and it worked didn’t it?" "On an ignorant soul like that? He’ll be back to normal by supper, cept with more to simplify into ignorant abyss." "Alright, maybe it was for self-satisfaction, but just the very falseness and over-simplification of what he said pissed me off. Unnatural, how can anything truly be unnatural, what, just because it isn’t thought of as a perfect stereotype of natural it isn’t so. Everything comes from nature, whether it be directly or indirectly" "Alright, I’ll play devils advocate" "HAHA!" "Yeah, yeah, have your laughs, but back to the point. What is natural is defined by many as something not made by mankind. Homosexuality is nothing but a figment of imagination, and was designed to enrage as a sin." "Wow, you’re good, I barely stopped myself from punching you right there" "Thank you" The two men seemed to be drawing the attention of the few workers and other customers, but they were careful not to appear to be listening. "Anyway," said the tall man, "Even if it is unnatural, when did that become divine law" "Uh.." "Oh, right, but even you don’t follow that anymore, all the ideas of right and wrong just became too confusing when they reached the limits of the imagination, incidently making the limits unreachable. Even the idea of sin has become so complex and in such a gray area that it isn’t even gray anymore." "Well even a fool has to admit that the bright white light separated into all the colors that made it" "And quite beautifully so" Sirens wail in the background, and the two men get up and leave, the taller as cool as ever, and the stout one sweating as nervously as ever.
Yeah I hate long posts too, unless they're about somethin really interesting. I can read for a long time from a book, but if i stare at the computer screen too long my eyes start to burn
What's the big deal? No one posts really long posts anyways. I generally post long(er) posts. Someone give an example of a "long" post.
what in the hell.. okay then i'll write you a nice LLLOoooOOOOONNNNNNGGGGG fucking post if you want. I've always wanted to write a really stupid long post here goes uhhh.... hi everybody this is a long post okay so don't bother reading it since it fucking burns your eyes in fact look away from the screen or your eyes may fall off ooooohhhhhh and we wouldn't want that now would we? no we wouldn't. also this long post is not going to use any punctuation and will be using nasty bad spelling and grammir but dont be fooled cause this is is on purpose to make it more annoying okay so i hope you are really ready for a long post are you ready cause i am like so fucking ready i cant even take it wow i need to get ready okay get ready put your computer screen down on the floor and jump on it but only if you are not ready which i hope you are ready because i am ready wo this is going to be so fun i cant wait for this man wow so fucking exciting oh but first let me tell you a story like this one time my friend okay not really my friend but my freinds cousins sisters boyfriends dog totally got hit by a car and i was all like waaahhhhh cause you know it was sad are you sad i was sad oh but are you ready for that long post cause i dont think you really are but i guess since you arent ready ill have to tell another story okay here goes i am so fucking cool and these are the reasons why.... oh wait never mind with that story i dont want to tell it any more why dont i just keep typeing and if you are still reading this or taking any of it seriously i feel really bad for you so anyways somebody asked for an example of a long post and actually this piece of shit isnt that long but really i am running out of things to type so anyways hmmmmm what else can i say shall i complain about the good ole days or should i just make a few happy posts and try to prove i am a hippy or should i write some angry stuff and try to prove i am not a hippy i know how about i fill up this space which i promised to fill by just trying to prove that i actually exist but ya know im not sure i can really do that so i dont know what to say but i said id give you a long post and damnit i am going to do it, because you know i never go back on my word, okay i do but i try not to ya know and i dont always want to and hey a black cat just walked by and arent they supposed to be bad luck or something and oh i am having bad luck and why is everyone grumpy dont worry nobody thinks anything of you nobody thinks anything and who in the hell cares if they do because it doesnt matter you can try but you can and never will win so anyways is this long enough yet i guess not okay ill continue cause it still looks a bit on the short side hmmm damn you know this is a bit fun just typeing but i am never getting myself into something like this again but anyways guess what people nobody even had the kindness to leave me a fucking brownie you know people, they are supposed to leave me one just one and isnt this bitch long enough yet my god i am getting really sick of this okay okay okay okay okay okay okay i have nothing else to say and had nothing to say to begin with but i was doing good pulling out of my ass for awhile but not anymore. so there i am done I hope nobody read that, I was just showing how annoying long posts are, especailly when they use no punctuation. You asked for it.
