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  1. Mmm. Just what I was in the mood for. Here's two hours of streamed AE play, starting of with some guy called Demarcus being trolly fuck-about beastly with Viper. How the shit does he mash those dozen-or-so cancels so fast!? I genuinely have no idea what he must be doing buttonwise such that no EXs ever come out. Disgusting.
  2. I definitely secretly try to convince myself that my abysmal street fighting skills are down in some part to awful input lag. I was fucking blocking that! etc. I'm likely bullshitting myself of course to feel like less of a cack-fingered stick-cripple, but it's the thought that counts.
  3. Lobby up at the moment if anyone's interested with Goemon and Singho letting me play amongst the big boys. (So much schooling.)
  4. I thought it was fine. Made me laugh, made me angry and sad. Good Brooker. Been a pretty bloated year all things considered and to squeeze it into an hour can't have been easy. The Dawn washing-up liquid rant hit home, the Haiti earthquake coverage was as faith-draining as it felt at the time and a good amount of time was spent on the ludicrous Raoul Moat angles.
  5. kloid


    I'm a goner anyhoo tonight so it's your guys's call.
  6. Apology I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I keep saying that I'm sorry. I know it's strange, strange in a "George W. Bush hasn't been assassinated yet" kind of way, but I say I'm sorry for stupid shit and trivial things. And she sings the sweet logic that "apologies should grow like trees only able to bare fruit if its root is planted in the soil of genuine sincerity". But I somehow manage to parody each apology by speaking it before I react and the fact is I'm not really sorry that I completely dig Degrassi. Because it was Yik and Arthur that got me through wet dreams and puberty. Lady, I don't expect you to understand the reference but I've been into this shit ever since the casting director said "fuck physicality, give me some reality, give me kids who can’t act and are ugly, they'll teach the world about beauty." Lady, I can relate to this because before I met you I used to want to lock myself into a vault just to feel precious but now with every kiss hello and goodbye I feel a self worth no banker could tally. And my heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs because I want to build my bones into cribs and lay my reluctance to rest; test what it would be like to live frenetically, to hold you unapologetically, to plant a giving tree on my front lawn so that when you're gone it can give you back to me. And I'm sorry that when you sleep next to me you're forced to listen to the symphony of the unplugged nostril and I'm sorry that for one time for some reason I called you ma'am, that's fucked up. Fucked up in an "I just bought a pair of Speedos so I could go swimming with you" kind of way. And crazier than that is the fact that I will play at being brave because doubt is about as useful as a fire escape when you are trying to dodge a tidal wave. When you've got no time to save anyone but yourself you better believe you're worth it and you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muddle through the awkward stages of "I like you" and "do you like me" and when we both said yes life became a multiple choice test; not knowing anything, we became each others best guess. And holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. Lady, I don't have to study you to be sure you were the choice I made before I knew what the other choices were. And like the best idea I'll ever have I want you to occur to me daily. And I'm sorry but I want to kiss you every time you have something incredible to say but you're beautiful, beautiful in a "you" kind of way. You're like the long lost vinyl of Louis Armstrong and I want to play you and play you until it skips. I want to tell you a secret and I want you to listen with your lips. I want my hands on your hips like they are on their final resting place and put that funeral onto paper so you can trace their life time back to the fact that I'm more inclined to find a space in your heart to haunt for as long as you want me too. Lady, I'll rattle chains up and down the halls of you. And this isn't the greatest romance of the world has ever seen. Lets face it we've been making out to songs about break up and heart ache but I've come to realize that romance should be less like a flower and more like an earthquake. And I'm not saying I want to shake cities to the ground. I'm not saying I want the rubble that remains to become a lost and found where we find the kind of tolerance it takes to rebuild in the face of tragedy. Because I'm tired of living in a world that says people only come together when faced with catastrophe. I want you, to want me, to be the me you see when I'm free to be the me that got me next to you. And as for romance? Well, I want that too. I want to fall asleep next to you, 100 times a night, so I can know you 100 times better before we hit the day light. And despite all of this, I also want amnesia so I can relive each kiss with a perfect newness that leaves me smashed in the arms of rapture. I want the sky to fracture under the impossible weight of an apology because I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I want so much. I'm sorry that I'm using "I'm sorry" as a crutch to lean on for so long but if you sing me that song of sweet logic again then I promise to make the effort to stand on my own. There is a reason that our hearts are more like a muscle and less like a bone. I've known so many people who've have grown up flexing in front of mirrors and falling for their own reflection as if that's adequate but that's bullshit. Because we only get now until the time we go and if they've only got time to love themselves then nobody is going to be around to hear the sound of their heartbeat echo. So lady, don't expect an apology when I tell you I'm only held together by a heart that pumps blue, it's the strongest muscle in my body and I'm flexing it for you. Shane Koyczan
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    I'm so glad you found a bandage TAR. Early reconnaissance is f'n deadly.
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    I'm good to go, but if people are still Christmasing then there's no rush.
  9. Something a bit special for the thread. This right here is my favourite thing on Youtube. I've actually posted this song up in the thread before, but it was a shortened edit of the album version. When I originally posted it, I'm pretty certain I mentioned how easily you could tell, simply through the music, that Mariam and Andreas were married. Well if there were any doubts, they'll surely evaporate when you actually see them play together. It's so obvious how much in love these two are.
  10. I do not love you... I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. Pablo Neruda
  11. Easily the bestest of threads on the forum & everyone knows it. Love you guys. Mashy Xmas you sprouts.
  12. Oof, I kinda wish I hadn't watched the wedding episode, heh. I'd forgotten quite how unrelentingly bleak it is.
  13. kloid


    ^ Pretty much. From my own (fatal) brush with infection, it's Paracetoid to remove the infection. However you need to clean it with a bandage beforehand otherwsie it'll just return, so it's essentially a twi item thing unless you just want to give yourself a day+1 for score. And yep, 50/50 chance of survival each night, coin tossed just before the attack.
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    Yeah, I'm still around Mmmic. Good luck you two!
  15. Lovely cover, aka cuvverley stuff. SYME - Modern Love (I didn't realise uploading to Soundcloud was so bloody easy.)
  16. Loved it. Pietari - what a hero. I had to hunt around town afterwards for gingerbread (which I am currently scoffing.)
  17. Been dithering together some new mini-playlists & I'm a thucker for a theme,
  18. kloid


    Nah. Not quite. & hopefully any complaints were removed posthaste.
  19. kloid


    Buggers were *very* quick to start with the complaints, ha.
  20. kloid

    Just Great Songs

    Some nights I'd argue tastiest of all.
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