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15661
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:20:05 PM »
15662
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:13:51 PM »
Evening on Karl Johan
Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
Everybody is anxious in Norway.
Think those mountains formed naturally? Nope, wrinkles.
Think those lakes formed naturally? Nope, tears.
Think that white stuff covering Norway for a third of the year is snow? Nope, stress fapping
That sounds like most of the big, mad continent.
Except we're better.
We?
15663
« on: December 27, 2014, 12:07:25 PM »
Evening on Karl Johan
Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
Everybody is anxious in Norway.
Think those mountains formed naturally? Nope, wrinkles.
Think those lakes formed naturally? Nope, tears.
Think that white stuff covering Norway for a third of the year is snow? Nope, stress fapping
That sounds like most of the big, mad continent.
15664
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:35:59 AM »
Evening on Karl Johan Munch is the master of anxiety. Even his most placid, transcendent or melancholic pieces appear to me as the calm before the storm. It's a fairly obvious abstraction to make, but I believe that Evening on Karl Johan describes the anxiety of the crowd as well as that of the artist. They bunch towards a point and the fairly open landscape only serves to hem them in as they stream at some unknown obstacle. I could talk about Munch's palette, but I think that it speaks for itself. Blah.
15665
« on: December 27, 2014, 11:27:38 AM »
lol
15666
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:34:14 AM »
Bbl
(sorry simseo)
Post beautiful artworks in this thread for when I return. And discuss their composition, their context, ect.
15667
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:18:03 AM »
Simseo was a lot cooler on b.net. Goddamn.
And you spammed a lot less on Bnet. I have a problem with the amount of pointless shit you post. If you calmed it down a bit, I'd have no problem with you.
I can do that.
15668
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:16:08 AM »
''dont get all hissy''
Says the cry baby.
Says you. Lol.
Mods, can Ossku be the only person who can call me dingo? Would that be hard to pass around amongst yourselves as a rule?
You should probably follow Noelle's lead and fuck right off.
Did Noelle leave? Why? Does that mean that Vien is gone?
15669
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:14:48 AM »
Simseo was a lot cooler on b.net. Goddamn.
15670
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:13:51 AM »
''dont get all hissy''
Says the cry baby.
Says you. Lol. Mods, can Ossku be the only person who can call me dingo? Would that be hard to pass around amongst yourselves as a rule?
15671
« on: December 27, 2014, 10:02:42 AM »
Flee dealt with it, don't get all hissy.
*pets the fagcicle*
15672
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:39:23 AM »
I only leave the Flood to track people down. 
15673
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:12:49 AM »
I won't have any, never had.
I don't usually either, but this year I'm making an exception. I even argued for my family to put up a christmas tree this year.
15674
« on: December 27, 2014, 09:09:09 AM »
Is it
Spoiler  Spoiler a real screamer?
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hm. Well... I first saw it when I was a little boy, about eight, and I wet the bed and had nightmares at a friends house afterwards, so I guess so, lol. I don't scare easily but I was/am a smart kid and I soaked that story up. Much like the mattress.
15675
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:53:50 AM »
Aye. Remember bits and pieces of it as a kid.
It stands up today if you're in the mood. Which you should be when you watch a sci-fi flick.
15676
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:51:27 AM »
Suuuuuuuuuuure.
I am, lol
chill
I have no idea what the OP is trying to tell me, it makes little sense, beyond the friend part.
It makes sense, just not a lot. Don't worry about it.
15677
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:50:01 AM »
If you want to watch some bleak 90s sci-fi then I suggest you check it out.
15678
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:46:12 AM »
Suuuuuuuuuuure.
I am, lol chill
15679
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:35:13 AM »
That's better 
15680
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:33:24 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story 
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
Aye.
Blessed be the Bear, lol
*small bow*
Ushan the Bear GodTM Yes, he can be your god too!
To become eligible for his protection, you must be a some sort arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody creature, critter, beastie, or other wild thing.
No praise, worship, curtsies, bows; religious sacrifices, ceremonies, construction projects or art works in his name; wars, conflicts, skirmishes, scuffles, diplomatic incidents, or passive-aggressive comments necessary, needed, or wanted.*That said, I wouldn't mind some carry out from some Indian place every once in a while.
**Protection applies to most house pets and any creature of ursine relation, even polar bears
***Protection does not apply domesticated house cats. They know why.
you all hear that? here's your god
15681
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:23:54 AM »
Stop acting like talc and harden up. You're too easily scratched, bub. You need to be more like diamonds.
I like you man, I think you like me, lol Lemme do this, even if you don't respect it
15682
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:21:26 AM »
I do have them, but reading the reports I see a certain name coming up, so I am not hasty into resolving a matter someone else appears to be handling.
Eh, I can wait. I'm surprised that you don't have mod powers though.
That's convenient, but the matter is so simple that it is as I've described it, whether Icy handles it or not. These are the rules.
15683
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:10:28 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
Aye.
Blessed be the Bear, lol *small bow*
15684
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:09:00 AM »
Well, seeing everyone else is busy right now. You get me...! Which I am not the person you want. Too bad.
Eh, I can wait. I'm surprised that you don't have mod powers though.
15685
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:06:14 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
Any land remotely arboreal, sylvan, verdant, or otherwise woody.
So... you live within my domain
15686
« on: December 27, 2014, 08:05:07 AM »
I sent full and detailed explanations with my last reports. I understand if you're busy, and I apologise in that case. But if you can read this thread then you know my wishes.
What's it going to be?
15687
« on: December 27, 2014, 07:59:53 AM »
Stop.
Shush, sup
Don't talk to me.
If you don't talk to me then we should have a deal.
15688
« on: December 27, 2014, 07:58:48 AM »
Que?
I don't speak anything except the master language, unfortunately. Although I want to learn french.
Are you asking me a question?
I didn't understand the OP.
Anywho, J'ai le connaissance Francais.
What did you lie about.
15689
« on: December 27, 2014, 07:57:12 AM »
15690
« on: December 27, 2014, 07:51:13 AM »
Do something worthwhile.
Worthy.
WORTHIEST!
OVERWORTH
WORTHMASTER GENERAL
*mortal kombat announcer*
WORTHY HIM
WORTH SPEED TEN
Spoiler SET PHASERS TO PUN
wut
spaceballs
I assume 'worth speed ten' would look that silly.
I see.
I don't understand what just went wrong.
I lost the rhythm of the running gag and tripped on myself.
What sharp teeth you have.
I got them from a master craftsman with eight broken legs.
That's pretty cool.
He demanded music made from milk in recompense, I had to travel to the 2364th dimension, whereupon I met a gelatinous prince.
Hahaha, keep talking.
I tripped on the carpet, the stuff being what that dimension is mostly composed of, besides gelatinous milk-music composers, and accidentally sent the prince tumbling off the carpet into another dimension. It goes without saying that his subjects were none to pleased with me, apparently he was on his way to his coronation, so rather than be held accountable and be executed, I did the only other honest thing and grabbed the nearest milk cello and followed the path unexpectedly-exiled royalty. I fell for what must have been millennia squeezed into microseconds, which were in turn folded into intricate origami animals of varying fictitiousness, through countless dimensions and planes of every shape, colour, taste, feel, sound, smell, and various other senses which don't exist in our dimension. Shall I continue?
Get to the part where we bang, I already know this story
Eventually or soon; I know not which, I fell out of a dimensional hiatus in a forest. It was thence I came upon a talking fox named Elegiac. When I asked him where I was he responded with "Ayy bby" and suffice it to say, we banged.
Soon
Come for me bby.
After new years.
O bby
Easy tiger, we've gotta make friends first.
What is that on the dinosaur-aliens back?
A juvenile blue bear.
That's beautiful man
He was born in a nutshell, adrift in a maelstrom. Doomed to die and saved by pirates.
No, he was born in a void, thrust into violence, and crowned by theft.
Well, he did steal that sweater.
cute
It was for a noble cause.
I'm sure
The Clothes for Bears charity.
Let's hope that the clothes make it to those who really need them.
Like arboreal apex predators.
100th post motherfuckers!
umad
No, but... I thought you'd hung up.
I'll never hang up on you, bby.
Never ever?
A bear god never makes a promise he can't keep, and I'm a bear god making you a promise.
We'll see
Shh wee forest critter, you are in my domain. should the day ever come when you're up against a redneck with a shotgun, I'll be right behind him, about to rip his testicles up through his spinal chord.
Your domain... for my own safety may I know its bounds? You may not always be around.
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