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Deviant for 5 long, on-again off-again years
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Because of my principles
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Final J-Quote of the Day: "I don't know, man. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen next. Gonna face it straight though, y'know? Just do the best thing I can, survive, get stronger...'s all there is, really. Maybe it's a mindless way of living, but I'd rather be alive and getting stronger today then the poor, pathetic schmuck who can't rise above their own issues."
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Groups I Was Happy To Help Out With And Should Have Spent More Time At
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I was Dr. Jeremiah D. Johnsenberg, head of Electroshock Therapy, and contributor to their literary section.
I was a contributor and troll at
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5 years.
94 Deviations
7,771 Comments
14,401 Pageviews
15 Scraps
0 Critiques
0 Forum Posts
7,658 Favourites
Hmmm.....
I've seen...well, a lot since the beginning of this. I've changed a lot since the beginning of this. DeviantArt isn't the place it used to be...hell, nowhere on the Internet is the same as it was since five years ago.
I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. Old, tired. Worn out. Don't know how many more battles I MIGHT have left in me.
But maybe there's still strength there. I have the reserves to spend, and have done so naught but recently.
Still...in Internets years, I'm a freakin' fossil. I feel like one.
The job market has changed dramatically. Five years ago, we were still making fun of the fact that Duke Nukem Forever would NEVER come out. I trolled, was trolled, hurt, was hurt.
It was a blast, and saving all five years of journals and such...well, it was interesting looking at how much I've improved/gotten worse. Physically, emotionally, mentally.
I thank you all, my dear audience, my beloveds. Some of you have become the warmest, most sincerest friends I have ever had online or offline. Some of you became some of my most sincerest, warmest friends in real life. Others...meh, who knows what the future holds.
I did, once.
But then, I gave that kinda thing up, didn't I?
Sorry if I'm waxing eloquent, making with the melodrama and such...but I've never "closed shop" before, so to speak.
Still, it's time to put the goddamned dog down. I'm rabid, y'know? Never got my shots.
So, I won't make this drawn out further than it is. I won't even say what my next move is gonna be...those of you who are still here and know me can contact me to find out if I make another account or where I'll be next on the internet. Those of you who were unable to contact me but wish to, you'll just have to do some sleuthing and asking around.
To my current friends, I thank you. To the friends who have since left this site, I miss you. To the friends who I was growing close to but, for reasons unknown (and they are myriad and at no point in time an excuse but a reason), we stopped talkin'...hey, who knows. Maybe next time, eh?
Still, it's time. This old man is packin' up now, and callin' it done. I'll lock this page, and leave my stuff up here (at least, my faves) for future reference/friendly memories. Who knows, maybe it'll inspire someone else?
All I gotta say is this: it was a rockin' time, mah peepz. Five good years, more pageviews than I ever felt I deserved, and hours upon hours of chattin' and hangin' out and CAPSLOCK and screamin' our fool heads off.
It was never a waste, my loves. Never.
Until we meet again, eh?
Lataz.
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My List of Favorite People
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No time left. Projects to finish? Probably. If I can finish any of them.
How many fucking footers and headers did I HAVE? Geez, and you guys put up with my wall of text journals...heh. Thanks.
Man-Flavored Milk Chat Room - chat.deviantart.com/chat/ManFl…
Rules of Man-Flavored Milk Chat Room - jdwunbound.deviantart.com/jour…
Needs premium membership
Ain't gonna get one now
Because of my principles
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Final J-Quote of the Day: "I don't know, man. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen next. Gonna face it straight though, y'know? Just do the best thing I can, survive, get stronger...'s all there is, really. Maybe it's a mindless way of living, but I'd rather be alive and getting stronger today then the poor, pathetic schmuck who can't rise above their own issues."
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Groups I Was Happy To Help Out With And Should Have Spent More Time At
At
I was Dr. Jeremiah D. Johnsenberg, head of Electroshock Therapy, and contributor to their literary section.I was a contributor and troll at
.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
5 years.
94 Deviations
7,771 Comments
14,401 Pageviews
15 Scraps
0 Critiques
0 Forum Posts
7,658 Favourites
Hmmm.....
I've seen...well, a lot since the beginning of this. I've changed a lot since the beginning of this. DeviantArt isn't the place it used to be...hell, nowhere on the Internet is the same as it was since five years ago.
I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. Old, tired. Worn out. Don't know how many more battles I MIGHT have left in me.
But maybe there's still strength there. I have the reserves to spend, and have done so naught but recently.
Still...in Internets years, I'm a freakin' fossil. I feel like one.
The job market has changed dramatically. Five years ago, we were still making fun of the fact that Duke Nukem Forever would NEVER come out. I trolled, was trolled, hurt, was hurt.
It was a blast, and saving all five years of journals and such...well, it was interesting looking at how much I've improved/gotten worse. Physically, emotionally, mentally.
I thank you all, my dear audience, my beloveds. Some of you have become the warmest, most sincerest friends I have ever had online or offline. Some of you became some of my most sincerest, warmest friends in real life. Others...meh, who knows what the future holds.
I did, once.
But then, I gave that kinda thing up, didn't I?
Sorry if I'm waxing eloquent, making with the melodrama and such...but I've never "closed shop" before, so to speak.
Still, it's time to put the goddamned dog down. I'm rabid, y'know? Never got my shots.
So, I won't make this drawn out further than it is. I won't even say what my next move is gonna be...those of you who are still here and know me can contact me to find out if I make another account or where I'll be next on the internet. Those of you who were unable to contact me but wish to, you'll just have to do some sleuthing and asking around.
To my current friends, I thank you. To the friends who have since left this site, I miss you. To the friends who I was growing close to but, for reasons unknown (and they are myriad and at no point in time an excuse but a reason), we stopped talkin'...hey, who knows. Maybe next time, eh?
Still, it's time. This old man is packin' up now, and callin' it done. I'll lock this page, and leave my stuff up here (at least, my faves) for future reference/friendly memories. Who knows, maybe it'll inspire someone else?
All I gotta say is this: it was a rockin' time, mah peepz. Five good years, more pageviews than I ever felt I deserved, and hours upon hours of chattin' and hangin' out and CAPSLOCK and screamin' our fool heads off.
It was never a waste, my loves. Never.
Until we meet again, eh?
Lataz.
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My List of Favorite People
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No time left. Projects to finish? Probably. If I can finish any of them.
How many fucking footers and headers did I HAVE? Geez, and you guys put up with my wall of text journals...heh. Thanks.
Man-Flavored Milk Chat Room - chat.deviantart.com/chat/ManFl…
Rules of Man-Flavored Milk Chat Room - jdwunbound.deviantart.com/jour…
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