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It's heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeestrical that the author of Nightposter would make fun of anyone else's writings....

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It's heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeestrical that the author of Nightposter would make fun of anyone else's writings....

 

He's apparently got on his computer an admittedly craptacular story I wrote when I was maybe 20.

 

Is it any wonder Mephisto's wife and kids moved far, far away? :thumbsup:

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Is Mr. Jeffery's a pedophile or something?

 

It's written like there is something that you don't want to know about Mr. Jeffery's...

 

I askeered.

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Is Mr. Jeffery's a pedophile or something?

 

It's written like there is something that you don't want to know about Mr. Jeffery's...

 

I askeered.

 

Mr. Jeffrey must've raped MDC? :banana:

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It's heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeestrical that the author of Nightposter would make fun of anyone else's writings....

 

Listen to the 'net:

there is postin' all around.

There are assmegs you can bet

and I can feel it.

On the clicks of the keys,

there is postin' out there.

If it's somethin' we can share,

we can post it.

 

And sweet city alias,

it moves through the web,

angering my mind and my soul.

When you post out to me

yeah, the postin' is crapass,

 

then I am night poster, night poster.

We know how to do it.

Gimme that night poster, night poster.

We know how to post it.

 

Here I am,

prayin' for this moment to last,

livin' on the posting by day,

boss is blockin',

I'm goin' awaaaaaaaaaaay.

 

Night poster, night poster.

We know how to do it.

Gimme that night poster, night poster.

We know how to post it.

 

In the heat of post love,

don't need no help for us to post it.

Gimme just enough to take me to the mornin'.

I got postin' in my mind.

I got no life worth speakin'.

I'm postin' from the basement;

From my mother's house.

 

And sweet city alias,

it moves through the web,

angering my mind and my soul.

When you post out to me

yeah, the postin' is crapass,

 

then I am night poster, night poster.

We know how to do it.

Gimme that night poster, night poster.

We know how to post it.

 

Here I am,

prayin' for this moment to last,

livin' on the postin' so fine,

borne on the brain,

from a sick mind.

 

Night poster, night poster.

We know how to do it.

Gimme that night poster, night poster.

We know how to post it.

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Hey, if it makes you feel better to compare a story about which you were so proud having "published" hundreds of stories and newsletters to my altering lyrics to a BeeGees song to make fun of night posters... more power to ya! :dunno:

 

 

 

Years from now, you will graduate from school and take a well-paying job in a large city. You’ll fall in love and get married and have children of your own, and eventually you will become an old man, like Mr. Jeffrey. You will come to regard this as one of the defining moments of your young life: Fingertips on the banister, a foot on the first stair. Unsure of whether to ascend and see or leave.

 

“Andy?” It’s your father’s voice; you hear him through the screen door in the kitchen. “Andy!” More urgently now. Close enough that you can picture him at the sidewalk, hands on the gate to Mr. Jeffrey’s vegetable garden.

 

You latch the screen door to Mr. Jeffrey’s house behind you. Dad is at the sidewalk. He’s angry – you can tell by the look on his face – but it will soon be forgotten. It always is.

 

Walking to the gate, you experience the world with a supernatural clarity: The warmth of the waning sun, the trilling cicadas, the taste of cut grass and chlorine in the air. In just a few short weeks you’ll be back at school. You look forward to seeing your friends, meeting your new teachers and witnessing the change in the bodies of your female classmates. You think of all the days ahead, sun-bleached days of swimming at the pool and stickball at the blacktop. So many things to do and so much time to do them.

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Hey, if it makes you feel better to compare a story about which you were so proud having "published" hundreds of stories and newsletters to my altering lyrics to a BeeGees song to make fun of night posters... more power to ya! :dunno:

 

 

 

Years from now, you will graduate from school and take a well-paying job in a large city. You’ll fall in love and get married and have children of your own, and eventually you will become an old man, like Mr. Jeffrey. You will come to regard this as one of the defining moments of your young life: Fingertips on the banister, a foot on the first stair. Unsure of whether to ascend and see or leave.

 

“Andy?” It’s your father’s voice; you hear him through the screen door in the kitchen. “Andy!” More urgently now. Close enough that you can picture him at the sidewalk, hands on the gate to Mr. Jeffrey’s vegetable garden.

 

You latch the screen door to Mr. Jeffrey’s house behind you. Dad is at the sidewalk. He’s angry – you can tell by the look on his face – but it will soon be forgotten. It always is.

 

Walking to the gate, you experience the world with a supernatural clarity: The warmth of the waning sun, the trilling cicadas, the taste of cut grass and chlorine in the air. In just a few short weeks you’ll be back at school. You look forward to seeing your friends, meeting your new teachers and witnessing the change in the bodies of your female classmates. You think of all the days ahead, sun-bleached days of swimming at the pool and stickball at the blacktop. So many things to do and so much time to do them.

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Hey, if it makes you feel better to compare a story about which you were so proud having "published" hundreds of stories and newsletters to my altering lyrics to a BeeGees song to make fun of night posters... more power to ya!

 

I didn't compare it to Nightposter - that was someone else. And I wasn't proud of having that story published. It sucks, and I've had many better things pubbed. Also, nothing will change the fact that your sons call another man "daddy."

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I like you just fine. I think you stereotype people and things sometimes and we have divergent worldviews, but I've never had a problem with you. There are plenty of people on this site who interact like jackasses and trolls....you don't really fit that criteria though in my interactions with you. Most times, our conversations are civil.

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B) how YOU doin'?

 

Is this Fervid or torrid posting as Fervid?

 

Either way, I'm doing pretty good. Work is busy....trying to keep up with three kids at home. Hectic times. Thank God for Lunch break. :wall:

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Is this Fervid or torrid posting as Fervid?

 

Either way, I'm doing pretty good. Work is busy....trying to keep up with three kids at home. Hectic times. Thank God for Lunch break. :wall:

it's wifeoftorrid.

he does not spend much time here at the geek club anymore. B)

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About the Author:

 

[He] is a writer and editor from beautiful Philadelphia, PA. He has written hundreds of published articles on topics as diverse as [this], [that], [those], and [the other]. You've just read his first published short story - tell [him] what you think.

 

Email: MDC@yahoo.com

 

I think it's a hunk of sh*t. B)

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tell [him] what you think.

 

I think he should take a long walk off a short pier.

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About the Author:

 

[He] is a writer and editor from beautiful Philadelphia, PA. He has written hundreds of published articles on topics as diverse as [this], [that], [those], and [the other]. You've just read his first published short story - tell [him] what you think.

 

Email: MDC@yahoo.com

 

I think it's a hunk of sh*t. B)

 

Yes, we know.

 

Amazingly, someone not only took it for a now-defunct lit mag when I was in college, but a current ezine repubbed it.

 

:wall:

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Welcher and Wuss seem to be the most popular reason.  Lol. What a needy bich. 

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5 hours ago, Hardcore troubadour said:

Welcher and Wuss seem to be the most popular reason.  Lol. What a needy bich. 

You dug back more than 16 years to find this thread.

Creepy.

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4 minutes ago, Pimpadeaux said:

You dug back more than 16 years to find this thread.

Creepy.

Yes. It’s painstaking, time consuming work, but someone has to do it. I got skillz. 

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58 minutes ago, seafoam1 said:

you are a pvssy. easy to hate you. 

Sooooo. You hate pvssy. Things are starting to make sense. 

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Some people like me, others not so much.

But everybody hates Peefoam. :( 

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11 minutes ago, MDC said:

Some people like me, others not so much.

But everybody hates Peefoam. :( 

BAM

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16 minutes ago, TommyGavin said:

Bump for @MDC

Good to know. My grandparents are both king gone now - I haven’t been to Elmont in a long time. I still have family in Garden City / Mineola and Astoria though. 

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1 hour ago, MDC said:

Some people like me, others not so much.

But everybody hates Peefoam. :( 

What a great life you have 30 years on this site 24x7 even on Christmas. 😆

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37 minutes ago, MDC said:

Good to know. My grandparents are both king gone now - I haven’t been to Elmont in a long time. I still have family in Garden City / Mineola and Astoria though. 

First beer on me if you come up. 
 

I have family in Conshohoken PA and not sure of the town but off Blackhorse Pike not far from NJTPKE. Couple mins past the Philly diner. 
 

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On 4/17/2007 at 1:59 PM, MDC said:

I'm not such a major phag. Just a small weak one. 

Because you are a useless waste of life. :dunno:

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Peefoam, Peefoam likes his posting
He makes a lot, they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

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2 hours ago, Pimpadeaux said:

Peefoam, Peefoam likes his posting
He makes a lot, they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

Peafoam = StealthyCat

 

Just saying.

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3 hours ago, Pimpadeaux said:

Peefoam, Peefoam likes his posting
He makes a lot, they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

It's too easy. These retards will spent the rest of their miserable old lives obsessed with me and Trump.

:banana:

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