No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Our vibrations were getting nasty. But why? Was there no communication in this thread? Had we deteriorated to the level of swarmy CDIHers?
Strange memories on this nervous night on a messageboard. Two years later? Three? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era---the kind of peak that never comes again. Messageboards in the O&A pre-synidcation heyday was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.
CDIH is what the world would be doing every Saturday night if the Nazis had won the war.
We've gotta get out of here. I think I'm getting the fear man.
No more of that talk or I'll put the fucking leeches on you, understand?