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People need to stop killing the music every time we decide to throw down. Everyone knows we go on the internet to be keyboard ninjas. Beggars be delirious. By the way you white kids can stop saying nigga literally right the fuck now and use that instead. Seriously, do it. Because obviously you're not accepting ninjaz, nijjaz, jiggaz and all that shit and frankly, I don't blame you because those words are fucking retarded. No lie, I actually hate you more if you use those instead of nigga, but keyboard niggas I can not fucking stand! So, beggar, begga, whichever you prefer because unlike the n-word these two versions of the word do literally mean the same thing. And we all are beggars, or have been, or will be, it's all but inevitable. You know why? Because even a rich man, when he's dead needs 2 coins on his eyes to give to the ferryman. And he can't get those coins himself anymore. So he's a beggar too. The whole purpose of the original introduction was to test the waters. Basically even if I was half-hoping for at least one, good, serious, unpredictable response, I had to see. Had anything changed? No, but I could still have some fun playing with the kind of people who think a bad day at work is the reason you should come home and talk about murdering people, I guess. I do miss some of my friends. Turns out some of them are here. They're just not all who I wanted them to be. And there was going to be a talk in there about them. But then I ended up talking with some of those friends and it's a good thing I held off because I didn't have nearly as clear a picture to go on as I do now. If you even want to know that story, I put most of it here and I'll ask you to keep it the fuck there because one thing furries need to come to terms with is that this "share everything" culture isn't something you ought to take literally. What goes on here need not go on FA and vice versa. Same way I'm on Weasyl and actually want that site staying as small as it is until either better furries come from elsewhere to fill it or someone replaces the entire idea of it being a furry site with a more, you know, mainstream, accessible art site that the DA and FA crowds alike need an alternative to. If I was still going to bother with FA much except as a literal shit house for me to shit in and on, I'd probably be putting two totally different kinds of art on either site just to differentiate FA Wolf-Bone from Weasyl Wolf-Bone. And similarly, even though I'm going to be making an alt account on Facebook, that one will be an alias that is not a fursona, fursona FB's being the personification of oversharing and public intoxication which, granted, is actually the point of Facebook. But you just should not be a furry on there, do you see what I mean? It's for human oversharing and drunkenness, furries can sit at the small table next to it, labelled... Oh, wait, FA. Well, we're in a bit of a bind here, aren't we. Alright, I'll just come out with it. Where have the fucking adults gone? Seriously! Is there such a thing as an online furry community for, you know, people not like that? I mean people who have discussions and not dinner theater, people who have jobs and not crosses to bear, and people who don't call their obvious dead-end job a career. What I'm asking is, is there a such thing as a reality-based community within furry? Furries with just a touch of the old stiff upper lip, which is, by the way the most laughable of all British stereotypes, at least if those Brits are furry. See, here's the reveal. I've never hated furries. How could I hate my own kind? No, I just can't stand super clingy, overly hormonal people with really backwards ideas about what things like love and friendship even are. Like, what kind of person is it, who takes the sanctity of those words more seriously than the petty emotional needs of the spoiled brat uttering them? I'm supposed to say adult. So are you. You know this and yet we cannot bring ourselves to call them that, can we? That's the illness I'm talking about. Guys, don't you get it. We've been hypocrites. We've been cowards. What do you call it when a boy genuinely wants to become a man, finally? We call them adults.