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from: Dr. Know-It-All_Been-There_Done-That
216.198.7.130-3/6/00-17:51:10

Changing Lives

What is this "real life" you speak of? And I mean, what is it in REALITY, not your totally biased, Barbie Doll, Love-Of-My-Life Fantasy, "mind of a child" version, but what exactly are we talking about in PHYSICAL fact when we say SEX?

Don't you see? Its the very thing that makes my dick hard, its that Pressurized Goo, pushing and yearning to come OUT of my Raging Cock, and shoot into your Throbbing Hole! What is it?

D-N-motherfuckin'-A, doing its utmost to reproduce D-N-motherfuckin'-A. There is no "sex" or "love", only DNA driven impulse, which is cellular nuclei doing what they're designed to do... TRANSMIT CODE! When I ram my dick in you and come with everything I've got, its nothing more than a flesh and blood, protein encoded PLUG'N'PLAY,
precisely analogous to the Microsoft Dial-UP Connection Application in your PC. In fact, the Internet is just a walkie-talkie "talkback" intercom,
a puppetshow office Xerox of the main DNA transmission goin' down.

That's the underlying reason behind
every single word anyone reads or writes in here... 

you WROTE 'EM 
so the MODEM 
would QUOTE 'EM 
to the SCROTUM
and RHYTHM STROKE FLOAT 'EM 
out the tip of my TOTEM... 
as in POLE, sweet mama... 

...i. e. this website is the spectral analysis 
of a DNA cum-blob in progress, 
which is nothing more, 
and nothing less, 
than a gooey, sticky, 
UNBELIEVABLY BEAUTIFUL 
DNA Information Super-My-Way... 

...and I, for one, will never, ever forget
the best gURL I've ever downloaded into...
but I won't mention any names right now....

The Xtra-Testicular force residing in my Teslacoils knows exactly why Emails rhymes with Females, and I for one, will be damned if I'm gonna pursue "real life" while this "wildcat pussy gold mine" keeps spittin' out the best nuggets to come down the pike yet!

Listen! I've played in "real life" rock'n'roll bands that clocked more groupies than anyone ever dreamed even existed, and that shit was NOTHING compared to the daily flow cumin' IN & OUTof my Male-Box these days... Getting the most basic online service is like winning the poontang lottery, even some jerk-off surfer pud pounder from Braindead, Australia can make out like a frito bandito... all it takes is a little chump change and and whole lot of BOREDOM...

Nope... PPX is definitely staying online, exactly where he is right now... helping people & changing lives... as well as meeting a few late night chat-trash freaks who are really NOT boring, by any definition of the word.... Tacki? Yes. Turkie? You bet... Boring?  No fucking way in hell.... more like UNBELIEVABLE...

settle right down
into a life of normal tedious routine 
amongst endless domesticated alcoholic cattle...
You gotta be kidding me!
That's exactly the shit I've been AVOIDING!

Do you have any idea how much prime pussy
I've let slip away, just so I wouldn't get
sucked down into THEIR bullshit?
Think I'm lonely? I'm lonely alright, you look 
at the name on my fat-ass bank account... 
all you see is one, single, solitary, lonely name...
MINE!
And every fucking penny in there is
MINE!

work like a mule, live like a rodent,
drink like a fish, get by for the moment...

You call that "real life"?
I don't call it "REAL LIFE"... 
I call it "REAL STUPID". 
Doing absolutely NOTHING is 1,000,000 times better than that, but doing absolutely ANYTHING YOU WANT leaves that 1,000,000 times in the statistical dust... just a big pile of stupid, empty zeros... fluttering in the bullshit breeze....

You can say its "really real"...
you can say its "more sexy"... 
you can say its "not boring"... 
but I'm not gonna say a fucking word, 
I'm too busy diggin' on what those
Merryll Lynch financial statements are saying...
I'm $7,000 richer today than I was
when Turkie and Tacki were tearin' up my ass
on the Fray last August.
And I know I've spent at least 3 or 4 grand in the meantime, buying computers and chasing poontang...

You think I'm worried about whether I'm bored or not? I've only got the epitome of my wildest musical dreams, sitting in front of my face when I wake up in the morning. And its all mine! ALL MINE!!!! I see people everywhere, striving someday to reach the point I've already been at for 25 years. Now, I've reached the next level, which is a level they're never even going to reach, much less be able to enjoy in REAL LIFE. Talk about boring? Boring is having to IMAGINE what it must be like to go thru one day of their life, walking in their shoes...

I'm sorry, I just can't do it...

I'd much rather chat with girlfriends online... sick, sad, boring, dumb, fake, unreal, chat-trash... say what you want...whatever...

But please... when you're living this great REAL LIFE you're sure you got going... when I ask you how you managed to HOOK UP WITH THAT WONDERFUL REAL LIFE??? please.. please don't tell me, "Oh, I met the love of my life ONLINE..."

Ask yourself, is there ANYONE special in your life you DIDN'T meet online? Hmmmm? Oh, but they aren't actually IN your life anymore... are they? But, if you wanna get them back in your life, where's the first fucking place you'll go?

The goddamn Internet.

Quit frontin'. The Internet isn't boring. Being broke on your ass with nowhere to live, nothing to drive, and no time of your own is BORING!!!

You can shove that "real life" back in the hole where it came from, the DNA memorybank is wide open, and this 3 month old, 600 message, 1500+ front door hits generating, piece of shit message board is just the tip of a very COOL iceberg...

You were saying....?

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