All jokes aside, your page cheers me up, and I do appreciate you guys putting up with me. I have been banned most other places. Also, let’s be clear on one thing though, the bathroom wall is a sacred place. It is a place desecrated over and over by the noise of everyday mankind. (Yes, mankind is appropriate in this case because I don’t go in the ladies room. I bet if I did though, they wouldn’t have any cool shit wrote on their walls.) The bathroom wall is the subconscious of society in general. Thoughts flow in and out of the subconscious, most of them bizarre, and so flow the ramblings or crude images on the bathroom wall. The bathroom wall is society’s public private place. That’s where all our drawings of sex organs, clever little nasty poems, and otherwise hideous secret selves manifest. It is a sacred place. What makes it the perfect place for well thought out demonstrations of art, or poetry, is that there is where something beautiful is most beautiful, in stark contrast to all the ugly surrounding it. Yes, to write something beautiful on a bathroom wall is to look upon a wild flower growing in a garbage dumpster. Thus, your page is not my bathroom wall, but rather the beautiful thing, sometimes I think the only beautiful thing, standing out in stark contrast to the ugly of the internet. The internet is the new bathroom wall. Your page is something beautiful demonstrated on it. So see, I mean well… I really do… and honestly, I thought I was beneath your notice. I’m flattered to be adressed at all. (really) Kind of like a little e tag along annoying little brother who is just tickled shit-less to be, in any way, acknowledged at all. (for good or bad)

Seeing as how our site’s graduated from a stand-in for your bathroom wall to a primer for your psychiatrist’s couch, let’s say you pay us $75 per comment and everyone walks away happy?

Then again, that’s probably some shit I should save for the shrink since I’m going to pay fucking $100 dollars a goddamn hour. I must be fucking crazy to pay that right?