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User:John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
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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.
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:
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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