Requiem for a Random Thought I remember The days of useless chatter The days of talking aimlessly (or with a purpose, who’s to say?) The fast paced days of posting When there was no purpose No real guidelines A single contest changed it all Top posters willfully banned from the outlet Their addiction cut off Their forum livelihood brought to a halt No more pointless posting No more Random Thoughts From discussion to chatter, It’s all stopped now From randomness to planned remarks, There is no more outlet No where to talk about my day No where to announce my minor accomplishments No where to say “Hi!” to a missed member We’re suck Stuck in the dark Stuck in the confines of structure Posting with a purpose from now on (At least until it reaches 1,000) Days are dark with yearning, Withdrawals A suffocating addiction How much is our lives dependant on this? Why is this so important? How can this be so exciting?! Shaking, Lonely, Wanting, All after affects Another outlet was attempted More than one None take the place of what we lost Intentionally gave up Now, sitting patiently We wait (Or at least try) And count the posts until we can spam again Waiting for our next fix It will all end soon enough… --- This is in homage to RT7. Rest in Peace. You are missed.
Pfft, I told you I was going to write something...this is what I was thinking the entire time. hehe, Thank you, Mark. (but damn you at the same time. )