Topic: Dank Dream 2012 - page 4. (Read 17401 times)

Nope.  Not for concerts or for true love, I'm afraid. 

I doubt dank even understands why his post is creepy as fuck.

Is it enough if I say I want it!

With corporate sponsores.

At least you didn't tell him to sever...

I'm interested in the concert. How does one pull a thing like that off?

Guess we'll see a murder-suicide in the papers tomorrow.

21 December is one third of the way through here.  I guess the "world-wide wave of love" missed Australasia.

I understand the meaning of the concert and why it hasn't happened, yet.  This whole time I truly only wanted one thing, love.  I told my soulmate, over summer, that I would organize a million person music festival at the end of the year.  I now realize the impact one's words have on reality.  Love is about honesty and unity, when I made such an unrealistic claim, it created doubt in my partners mind.  Is this guy really sane?  Does he really love me as he says?

Our love was divided.  She chose to go to college at the end of summer.  I moved to a city 100 miles away to stay with her.  I tried my best to keep our love alive, but my attempts were misguided.  I was consistently worrying why things weren't the same, rather than accepting what is.  As time passed, we fell farther apart.  The only love I've ever had was gone, just like that.

I questioned everything I knew, everything I experienced.  I, too, questioned our love.  I knew deep down she was all I needed to be happy and that I could never fall as deeply in love with another girl.

I learned it was beyond my control.  No matter how much I desired her love, she must want mine just as much for us to be together.  There was nothing I can do to make her want me.

I had to have faith that fate would bring us together.  I had to lose the fear and uncertainty that divided us.  I had to lose my ego, my imperfections, to become perfect.  This doesn't mean I had to conform to someone else's idea of perfection, it means I learned to believe I was perfectly perfect, no matter what others told me.

I found the same source of love she provided me within myself.  I learned to be perfectly happy, even when she wasn't with me, cause I knew she would always come back to me.

I haven't talked to her in a couple weeks.  Tomorrow, we'll reunite.  She can't run from the truth for much longer.

The important thing is to add a pinch of freshly grated nutmeg to the cooking water. It makes all the difference.

Traditional. If you cook them right, they taste nice.

As I live in the future, the world's going to end here in about 6 and a half hours so I guess I won't be attending either.

WHAT?? brussel sprouts??
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Well, this is it Ladies and Gentlemen. Here we are on the eve of the greatest musical event the world has ever seen. The excitement. The laughter. The love. The euphoria.

I expect the early people are arriving already, camping tonight to get front row seats for tomorrows love explosion.

Unfortunately I am unable to attend as I'm busy preparing Brussel Sprouts for Christmas day.

I think you should focus less on your music festival (which I highly suspect is just going to be you, sitting alone in a pup tent playing ICP on a shitty ghetto blaster you overpaid for), and more on closing down your illegal ponzi payday loan bank

Sounds a bit like what old Jigsaw would say.

"Fear or Love. Make your choice."

So you aren't going to run in that thread and spew the same bullshit you've spewed before?

Remember? Cancer/death/sickness is just weakness of the soul?

I've read this whole thread, Dank, and have come to the conclusion that you suffer from severe problems, mostly involving your total ignorance in the way the world works and human nature in general.

You complain about government control, but have you ever looked at any nations that have suffered a  collapse of government? Those places ARE hell on earth. Not like you claim we all live in, but a place where women can expect to be raped at any moment, people are killed for amusement, and disease, poverty, and suffering run rampant.

Why don't you set down the bong and the LSD, get yourself treatment for your manic depressive episodes, and go out and experience the world.

You claim to be more intelligent than the majority of humanity, at 50 points higher on the IQ scale than the average person, but cannot even relate to the real world in any meaningful fashion.

Your million man Dank Festival will NOT happen. You know this, and the knowledge that you've failed at yet another thing should bother you. It should show you that your ability to carry though on a project is severely lacking.

Your hookah lounge you got nothing but good advice, nothing but people trying to help you, and instead of following any of that advice, you just hand-waved away everything until you discovered that despite your "we create our own reality" recycled 60's hippy bullshit, you couldn't create jack or shit in your own reality.

Then you wanted to cross the ocean on a  motorcycle, just because you saw a YouTube video and don't understand what was going on.

Then the tidal wave claims. Which you then tried to BS your way out of.

Dank, why do I think you were the type of child who didn't finish the little wooden 12 piece puzzle, but had to go to the nurse every time to get the piece you got stuck in your mouth removed.

Dank, besides from your supposed "ego death" what else have you accomplished in the last month? I mean, actually accomplished.

Listen, we all had our stupid teenage years. We all did stupid stuff, but we didn't think that stupid stuff made us better than everyone else on the planet. We went out and interacted with the world, we went out, made mistakes, had our failures and victories, and strove to better our lives and the lives of other people.

Your blathering on about supposed ego death, begging for money, sponging off your parents, and living a life of ease and comfort doesn't impress anyone here.

We all know you're naive and ignorant, and shake our heads at your unwillingness to put any actual effort into anything while preaching half-formed theories, and in general just wonder what the hell you really think you are going to accomplish with all of it.

We all know:

• You won't achieve your music festival and then make some wild metaphysical claim that it actually happened in an alternate reality.
• Nobody is going to give you a motorbike and you won't cross the ocean on it.
• At no time in this month is a wave of love going to roll across the earth and make people give up who and what they are.

But what will you do next?

The amusing thing is that you claim that going to college is violating your rights as a person, and that you don't feel the need to be asking your parents for the money to get an education, yet you constantly sponge off of others.

What will you do when all of these half-baked plots fall through?

Will you finally move back in with your parents and attend college?

or just move onto your next scam?

LSD is great too. I like it.

Close.  It's acid inspired.

I thought this was going to be about weed.

- Gimme a car
- Gimme cash to fight a ticket
- Gimme a hookah lounge
- Gimme a motorcycle
- Gimme a million man concert
[...]

Something something stones and glass houses.