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User:John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

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So long and thanks for all the fish
This user is presently a little unimpressed with the wiki and has decided to do one or all of the following:

  • Get involved in a complex role-playing game called "Real Life".
  • Try to leave, but lurk from time to time and make the occasional edit.
  • Be silent for a while before slinking back.
  • Gradually fade away.
They have taken this decision in order to avoid composing a self-serving parting shot and also to allow themselves a face-saving way back should they change their minds.

Not gone per se, but this community is still as toxic as I remember it being.


I got sober like a man drowning
Like a fish breathing, like Dracula sunbathing
In a place where the ground itself will stab you
The land itself will cut you
It will kill you if it's able
I arrived so certain I was ready
But nowadays I think there is no hurry
To return to the anarchism of the worms
Without god or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The anarchy of dirt
I keep living like a crossed wire
Like sabotage, like a lock glued shut
The ones like us seek each other like a brick finds glass
Like a fascist meets a grave, like sharks to blood
We gather what we can of shattered selves and face each other
I'll let the darkness speak for me when my bones don't listen
'Til I return to the communism of the worms
Without God or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The commune of the dirt
I sleep at night like a flaming tire
Like city traffic blocks, like bottles at the police
I wake up and tell myself "live like you mean it!"
I don't know the stakes I play but they're worth everything to me
And I know that you're always tired comrade
Just hold on a bit longer and I promise that we'll sleep
When we return to the anarchism of the worms
Without God or master there
Six feet underneath the earth
The anarchy of dirt
The commune of the dirt