🦊 Furry Liebermintz / @Lieberm1ntz / Malkmusian / Malkmusianful / Monaural / ServiceMerch / Phillynott / Shane Christopher Smith - Autistic furry musician obsessed with Steven Universe and Kiwi Farms, Has a history in the CWCki and YouChew communities

Spoiler: More anti Kiwi Farms sperging

He says he was part of this trolling circle fucking with Chris back in the day that involved prank calling and a mailbag, He's very familiar with the Chris lore and absolutely despises BlueSpike, He's also interested in this Timbox guy.

Spoiler: Other images from Shane's Twitter

Spoiler: Other Twitter activity

Shane does indeed have autism


GamerGate sperging




He is also into the furry fandom and complains about getting raped in a roleplay


Furry drama, Getting Roareyraccoon banned from FA, He would complain about this Roarey guy a lot.



He is very much into Steven Universe (https://archive.ph/OzOeJ) In fact he made a Rambo themed Fanfic about it.




Shane has pinned his other social media account handles in Twitter which is how all connect.

Spoiler: Youtube videos

In this one from July 11th 2011 though, He reads in a pitch voice changer a thread from 789chan or /cwc/

October 10th 2011, Shane does a read over on more /cow/ posts

October 7th 2013, He reads over this Creepy Susan fic

He plays one of his songs in this one

His most watched video which appears to be a mash of paint scribbles and text to speech, Likely meant to be a meme video

Life of sans the skeleton (Undertale fan video)

Shane's favorites on Youtube


Subscribed to these channels

Spoiler: Shane's art gallery from DA and FA

Shane also has an interesting favorites gallery on there and DeviantART



Looking for a drawing of a naked human chick on the FA Forums

Malkmusian dijo:

So, I'm a centrist-going-on-liberal agnostic and I've been raised in the church system.

I want the basic rights of everybody, but I don't want to completely annihilate religion just because some people see that as the only way to get their way. Here's a compromise: reform religion to allow these new rights for LGBTers. Toss out fantasy and the supernatural - tell that that we don't know what happens to the consciousness at death and that we'll never fully know. Just strip it down to its basic moral elements and you have something that's not only psychologically decent, but also something that's like a weekly self-help program. Also, keep your prayers to yourself.

I watch the videos of Morrakiu and Thunderf00t for their well-articulated arguments and their interesting approach to atheism. I sometimes watch Penn and Teller because they make some good arguments. I don't listen to my pastor because he's a homophobe. And I don't go to church while I'm up here in Dahlonega because I feel that if I get in, the churchgoers will criticize my odd viewpoints on things (marijuana legalization is a yes, gay marriage is a yes, and the 9-9-9 plan doesn't look too shabby. I don't know how Herman Cain will get that into effect, but at least everybody will be taxed for once).

However, I'm insulted and just confused at D.C. Simpson's Twitter argument with me. Yeah, granted that I should articulate my sentences more carefully, but I pretty much argued my viewpoint: that religion, if you place it under heavy reform to allow these changes in society, isn't such a bad deal. However, she's all like "oh no that's not how it works religion is so bad that it'll eat up the world even with reforms." And he rudely blocked me.

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Malkmusian dijo:

Pedantia blocked me. For simply stating an opinion.

Coming from a deviant who primarily invokes "freedom of speech," this is embarrassing for her. It makes her look, for lack of a better word, like a hypocrite. Wanting to invoke freedom of speech - and pulling it from others because they state different views than she. I tried to tell her that the reason why her fans constantly send her break-up letters over politics is because she views her politics as the only right opinion. She has a God complex - she thinks she's the only right one in this world of freaks. Anybody who states otherwise is banned.

She did make some valid statements concerning me - that I pestered her. Yes, I admit that I pestered her over music. I always wanted to get her opinion on my music, but only because I looked up to her as a fellow musician within the same genre. Looking back at my messages, I regret being so upfront about it that I kick myself over my stupidity. I had no idea that she was developing Heavenly Nostrils at the time - if I knew that, I wouldn't have asked her to listen to my shitty music over and over. I admired her as a musician - and I just wanted her opinion. She made some catchy songs - hell, I gotta get around to covering "If I Can't Get to London" in a faster tempo - and I merely wanted her guidance on music. Teach me how to write better songs, how to convey emotion properly, how to not suck.

As for "insulting her," the closest I got was stating that something didn't work of her's or that one of her political opinions was malformed. If I stated that she was in any way "inferior" for expressing these beliefs, then I highly apologize for insulting her in that sense - and I'm sure I said that out of my anger. However, concerning my response to her Tweet of "moderate and liberal religious people enable the crazies" around October 2011, she blocked me because I simply stated, over several responses, that one shouldn't advocate the abolition of religion because some horrible people that align with right-wing factions use it as a propaganda tool. I stated that there were some good aspects of the philosophical system, though I used bad examples (altruism and kindness aren't exclusive aspects). My statement was that in order to keep freedom of religion and speech within the country, one needs to admit that while they hold by their opinion, they have to accept opposition. The problem with Pedantia/Dana is that she can't accept opposition. She knows no compromise. It goes back to her God complex - she has to be the only right one.

This is coming from a moderate liberal himself. I believe that government intervention will help us significantly when getting out of the economic slump we've been in for quite some time, but I also believe that religion's extrinsic value isn't exactly a negative value. Yes, it's created wars, caused useless misery, and massive hypocrisy, but it's also helped codify our world, defined our mythology, given us some halfway decent stories, and given many people hope. That's what I intended on stating.

But instead, what Pedantia stated was that I was a moron for simply trying to defend my opinion while she didn't defend her opinion. She instead echoed sentiments made by pundits and offered them as defenses. There was no real attempt at a genuine defense within those series of tweets.

When she stated that I was a "fucking moron," I lost all hope in her realizing her hypocrisy. It showed me how true the Encyclopedia Dramatica page on her was. Strip out the melodramatic bullshit about her orientation and gender identity and you get the story of a person who can't deal with other peoples' differing opinions because of the notion that her belief is right. That her belief is what the world needs to follow. That she's an artist extraordinaire. That she'll be on high, remembered as the greatest and most intelligent artist that ever lived. That all her opposition can be written off as "fucking morons" and "unintelligent." That's...that's pretentious.

Why do I put up with this? Because that part of me that admired her music still wants to change her - to make her less of a hypocrite and more of a person that, while having some pretty wild ideas, can accept others' opinions without having to block them over politics. I apologize if any of those break-up letters were crazily-organized or poorly written or downright insulting her intelligence, but maybe those fans who don't like her anymore have a point. Maybe they've come to the same conclusion as me: that Pedantia's gone. She wants to change - she expressed it in her recent journal - but she's not letting herself change. She's still the same intolerant pedantic pundit who loathes people expressing opposite opinions. She's still the same person I argued a couple of Octobers before, but I know somewhere deep down, she's the same person that I admire as a musician.

My intended response to her response to my comment on the journal:
"Well, I'm sorry to hear about that, but blocking one on the grounds that he is a "fucking moron" also makes you come across as uninformed. While his opinions are admittedly malformed, what I got out of his statements was that one needn't to abolish religion on the grounds that it "perpetuates the crazies." There's a basic concept of freedom of speech - I know it applies to your opinion, but when you stated that "[religion] has to be abolished" and blocked him for simply stating his opinion, you transcended freedom of speech. Frankly, it makes you look hypocritical."

In the words of Gordon Ramsey to Amy Bouzaglo, "I can't help somebody who can't take criticism," so godspeed, Dana. I wish you the best of luck.

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Spoiler: Journal entries

Pissing people off on /cwc/ (https://archive.ph/K6pEU)

Spoiler: Other Reddit postings

He passes himself off as "non-Binary"


Definitely more Steven Universe stuff he's talked about





He describes Hbomb and Contra making him a feminist and being pro Gamergate before that.


More about 8chan and Gamergate, "Don't misgender Chris Chan!"

Liebermintz dijo:

Yeah, I think all those "Greg's overreacting and Steven's legit in lashing out at his dad" comments are similarly in a bad vein.
My grandparents disowned my brother for YEARS all because he came out as my brother. He wasn't gonna be put in a box just so they could show him around at Christmas parties and say "yup, I'm so proud of so-and-so." Pictures of what he looked like before he came out are a dime-a-dozen around the house - there's little to no photos of what he looks like now. Hell, my brother had to force himself back into my grandfather's life largely because my sister and I were getting really fed up with how gramps was dragging his feet in accepting my brother. And even though he's started calling my brother by his legal name - as in, his preferred name - pap'll still use she/her pronouns when referring to my brother in regular conversation. He'll insult what my brother does - he's one of the lead managers at the Humane Society - because it doesn't pay health insurance. He'll insult the smell of their house - it doesn't smell all that great because my brother raises rats for pets and snake food to earn a little extra on the side, but my grandfather will state that the house is exactly like the one my brother, my sister, and I were raised in.

Which, yeah, I guess my grandfather has a point - my brother should probably get new carpet put in - but my brother expressed his own displeasure with the carpet too.
When I watched "Mr. Universe," I saw a bit of my brother in Greg. Yes, that includes the "I rebelled because my parents made me eat way too much meatloaf" bits where you can tell just from the way Greg insinuates things that there is much more to the situation than Greg having to eat a crappy rendition of comfort food. My brother, at Christmas parties over at his place, will talk about how our grandma would get the absolute worst Christmas presents - like really tacky jumpsuits or LCD handheld games or shovelware - but my sister and I know all the shit he's insinuating. Every time he'd make a point to our grandparents about how they just guessed what we wanted, they'd call us ungrateful and remind us that not everybody gets presents. And we didn't even ask for much - maybe a video game or two. If we didn't act the right away around Christmas parties, grandma would say that we were acting spoiled and ungrateful. If we deviated from the norm in any way, we were ungrateful.

That kind of shit gets to you after a while. You start to think that you're the problem. You're doing everything your folks want you to be that you burn out - that you don't know who you are. I'm glad I discovered music - like Greg - because it allowed me to express myself in ways that I could not before. I'm glad I discovered screenwriting. I'm glad I discovered media review, film, computers, etc. And I'm glad that my grandparents got out of their "I'm disappointed" phase and entered their "I respect your hustle" phase - for me. They're still disappointed in all of us to an extent - with me and my brother, in particular. And I'm still disappointed in them for handling my brother in the worst way possible.
So no, Greg's not acting immature. He's not acting like a child. He's a victim of trauma. And like Rose, he's been conditioned to confront this trauma in a wrong way. Greg thinks it's cool that Steven wrecked the van - because Steven, at that moment, is what Greg desperately wanted to be 22 years prior (assuming he's 42). Greg is held back so much by what his parents did to him - and trust me, there's a lot he's not telling for the sake of not wanting to exacerbate Steven's PTSD, that's the beauty of the script and Tom Scharpling's line delivery - that when Steven starts to head down this dark path of becoming exactly like Greg's parents (that everybody has to like him in a specific and non-problematic way). Greg can't see what's really going on. He just sees Steven becoming Greg's power fantasy of finally telling his dad to buzz off for good.

And it's disturbingly similar to how Rose approached coping with trauma. Yes, Rose is the trans analogy for the entire show - she never really felt much like a Diamond, much less Pink Diamond, and she only found herself when she began to play-pretend a Quartz soldier on Earth - but she still hurt a lot of people on her way to Earth. You've seen those cracks on Volley. You've seen how utterly broken a person Spinel is. You've seen how Yellow and Blue have become shells of themselves because of Rose faking her own shattering. You've heard "Let Us Adore You" and saw exactly WHY Spinel was chosen to be the Dollar Tree equivalent of Pink Diamond. Rose hurt a lot of people. We have to agree on that.
But Rose is a victim too. Rose was raised in a similar way to Greg. She didn't have meatloaf every Thursday night for 3000 years, but she was emotionally manipulated by Blue, she was sternly lectured over her nature (read as immaturity) by Yellow, and White considered her a mistake to begin with (i.e. White created Pink to get rid of that part of her in her quest for total perfection). She was locked in rooms she couldn't get out of for thousands of years. She was forced into crying. She was forced to do this, that, and the other. After thousands of years of this, is it any surprise she did the things she did - where abandonment and physical and psychological abuse to her friends was considered normal? The Diamonds said they did all they did to Rose out of love and concern, so to Rose before she had her big realization, what she did to Volley and Spinel was just out of love and concern. And from the Gem War onwards, we're not given a lot of Rose's narrative - if she felt anything for Spinel, or if the trauma was so deep inside of her that she still normalized abandoning Spinel for 5000 more years (similar to how Greg justified Steven wrecking the van as "yeah, I wish I did that to my dad"). Trauma doesn't just make you a better and more mature person. More often than not, you're held back by trauma because that's what it does. Trauma is so affecting that it can prevent you from growing in other areas.
Greg is traumatized.

And Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond is traumatized.
But before anybody comes in with the "Rose was a monster, worse than the Diamonds" arguments, remember how Steven's been coping with the revelation that his mom was a Diamond.
Steven quickly went from "my mom may have been imperfect, but she tried to do the right thing most of the time" to "my mom never did anything good for anybody." He's missed the messages of what Pearl, Garnet (and by extension, Ruby and Sapphire), Volley, Greg, the Diamonds, Spinel, the corrupted Gems, etc. have all imparted upon him because they conflict with the new opinion he has of his mom. He cannot believe his mom is capable of maturation - is capable of self-reflection - is capable of any painful realizations about what she did to Volley, Spinel, and the Diamonds because HE'S DETERMINED THAT HIS MOM IS BAD.
Steven has the morality of a child. Or rather, he has the morality of a severely-traumatized person who wants nothing more than for the trauma to stop. He'll do anything for it to stop. He's exactly like his parents. And sadly, that means he waters down people to a very shallow understanding of what they truly encompass.
Trauma is generational.

But that doesn't mean he has to be their negative qualities. That doesn't mean he has to focus on the negatives. He doesn't have to be his monster. His mom doesn't have to be. Greg doesn't have to be. He can be like Pearl and Volley, who are the most at peace right now. Pearl knows that Rose acted horribly in the past - and Volley knows that Rose became a much better person because she realized the way society told her to deal with her trauma was leading her down a very, very dark path. They know that Rose was a complicated person. Neither a saint nor a devil.
All humans are like that.

So, no, Steven's not in the right here for blowing up on his dad like that. He can make some good points - Greg didn't push for Pearl to enroll Steven with the government or go to the doctor or go to school (but how much of that was Greg being so despised by Pearl that Pearl basically ran everything regarding Steven's lack of proper education and ignored Greg's concerns; and how much of that was Greg associating his time in public school with the intense psychological abuse his parents imparted upon him and how he's so afraid of becoming like them?) - but everything else is Steven comparing Greg to Rose. And at this point, when Steven invokes Rose, he means "she's a monster."
He's calling his dad a monster because his dad was traumatized.

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Malkmusian dijo:

Allow me to introduce myself: I'm a wannabe troll of Chris-Chan and despise the ways he has tried to ruin the image of autism, making it seem like a disease in need of eradication rather than a mental disorder that can cripple somebody. I'm the man who is willing to troll him, but is willing to give it up and try to be a white knight, despite the warnings and the evidence that shows that Chris wants his own advice. I can see why, because we both feel as if we are on top of the world, but the world blew up in my face, much like everybody else and their experiences with being narcissistic. I am sorry if I am off-putting to you, but know that despite my different interests and dispositions, I am here just to taint and to help Chris, who finally caught on to the BILLY MAYS trolling device after the real person's fatal heart attack. I can act as a liaison to him in order to find out why he wants to be in the strong disadvantages he prefers to be in when concerning equality, love, and society. I suffer the same problems as him; I just control it a bit better than he does.

Good job to the fictional Miscreants who successfully infiltrated his life and tried to open up his world...and thanks to Bob Chandler, who still wants to punish Chris-chan and make his awareness high. I am disgusted at the low amount of awareness Chris-chan has, as the world knows more than he does. All he knows is his limited world, which is Charlottesville. I know the world; I don't just get it from Seth MacFarlane "cartoons" or movies. I read books. I look it up on the Internet. I know Molvania was invented by a bunch of guys making fun of travel guides for a series of books. So, why is Chris-chan heavily unaware even if he is 27? Why hasn't the bastard gotten himself an apartment, a job, and a girlfriend? Is it because he is off-putting? Well, some of his older pictures when he was in his 20s were, in my opinion, OK, but how he is now is deplorable, so deplorable that I want to drown myself out in "Citizen Kane" and other pieces of media that are good.

I can relate to Chris being a furry because in some ways, I am one, but I am tired of the furry community of exploiting sex appeal so that random furry fanatics can become so sweaty from arousal over one large-breasted Nurse Jackie wannabe anthropomorphic fox. However, I do have some personal taste, but some of it can insult you and insults me at points. One of those selected in personal taste would be Bill Holbrook's furry-centered comic strip, "Kevin and Kell". I like the character design in it and some of the darker elements of the plot, but I despise how Holbrook will sacrifice quality for accessible humor. I don't want to see Aby scratch a sample book of carpet; I want to see some grisly details associated with the 21st century. I just don't like the way Bill's taking the comic strip; it's going to be forgotten in years to come, becoming just another comic strip that won accolades not of greatness but of the type it is. I just hope with already partially-written-off character Catherine Aura and her intents of trying to overthrow the artist himself through a developing storyline not in the comic itself but in side projects that Holbrook is a lot better at (because the world is in those projects, while some fake and happy, if blood-ridden, universe makes "K&K" reek). Maybe then, he can make the comic strip go into directions unseen by the great comic strip artists and go on the same level as them.

I like fanfiction, too, and I also like being hackneyed at points, but most of the time, I have originality and I have taste. I am not afraid to admit my own faults, but I am also not afraid to stand up for myself instead of chickening out to BlueSpike and the past trolls of Chris. I don't brandish medallions on my clothing nor do I decorate game controllers and personal electronics with my ego. I don't call my drawings God; in fact, when compared to even OK comic strip artists like Holbrook and Jantze, my work sucks and reeks with fetishism and other identifications of furry fandom, but I enjoy the critique and can fight very negative views on it. I'm just not cut out for that type of thing.

Don't care about my life; don't even attempt to focus on me (Chris is becoming even juicier with the ScrewAttackEurope interviews) as some new obsession of yours. I give it all up to troll Chris-Chan and to join the PVCC, where I can be merry with Lucas, Mimms, and the spirit of the fictional Clyde Cash (Ryan's not real, man).

Oh, and Chris' musical taste sucks balls. Even if mine conflicts with yours, at least Malkmus has more balls than Kate Bush. At least critics and people like his albums. But Clyde is the greatest musician ever known to man. His music will make Chris fall down and cut down his own Internet.

Oh, and I'm tired of JULAAAAAY and Jimmy Hill. Oh, and BILLY MAYS.

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Liebermintz dijo:

Hey y'all​

So I don't post much on Tumblr, mostly because I just use it to reblog stuff relating to high-profile movies and TV shows I've just seen (plus occasionally scour the deepest corners to find anime-inspired fanart of Chicago and Aerosmith). But I assure you I do have a life outside of Tumblr, that I don't retreat into the æther after posting about a Ghostbusters sequel or make some post about autism rep in media.

I play music in a band called Buckingham Greene, with Tapioca Thieves founder Sean McGann as one of the singers/songwriters/poets. It was his idea to pool together our resources and explore what could be done in a collaborative environment. So far, it's been an absolute blast, recontextualizing the cliches of emo-pop (from the twinkly jingle-jangle of the Midwest to the short and sweet power chordage of the Vagrant/Jade Tree scene), power pop, Pavement-style indie rock with all the trimmings, and just a dash of prog.
Over the past year I've been writing songs for the upcoming album with the goal of writing stuff more personal to me and applicable to the three fans we have (Tara Reade, probably the clown from Childrens Hospital, and the one reading this post). I've relied so much on story songs - largely because they fascinate me - that I realized that my entire personal life can make for some really good songs. However, I often tend to avoid that subject because there are some things that still hurt when I try to write personal songs. It re-opens the wound, making me relive my own failings as a friend, child, human being. In particular is an acrimonious falling out I had with a former friend of mine. I keep replying that day in my mind, all the little minutae from the falling out proper to my own response. I keep asking myself, "would things have gone differently had I acted diplomatically and understanding in my response to that DM instead of immediately going, 'well, fuck you too'?"

I guess I missed the bridge on that. Probably thinks I'm just some mistake to forget about, to move on from. And for the longest time I did move on, like she sadly and frustratedly suggested. I screwed up big time with one of my oldest friendships - since middle school, actually - and I took the lessons from that falling out to heart, always striving to be better, to be more than a mere work in progress, a deconstruction of me, but a fully-realized individual. All in all, not bad material for a song cycle. A parable for how not to engage with your friends, for how to avoid toxic and controlling behaviors.

But that's the funny thing about songwriting - it requires you to find out the core of who you are and how you come across to others. When I began to explore that falling out in depth, I began to undertake extensive emotional inventory, desperate to find some precedent for why she acted the way she did (and why I acted the way I did). I unlocked memories I had stashed away (or outright forgot) in regards to our friendship and I came out with the question, "what did she see in me?"

I was a bully to her sister, often getting on her nerves in order to get her to "blow up in a funny way." For the better part of 15 years I've wanted to apologize to her for my conduct, my demeanor, and my inconsiderate attitude towards her own struggles. I'm afraid I'm the reason for any struggles she's been going through.
I was unaware/inconsiderate towards her own anxieties, often dragging her to go play with the Lego set (we were in a multi-grade social skills class for people with various neurodivergences) instead of me looking at her, sobbing at the table, her glasses lying right next to her (she, like me, didn't like to dirty up her glasses with her tears), and asking what's wrong, offering to be a helping hand. Instead, I just wanted to talk to her about what I wanted, the things that I was interested in. I wanted the optimistic and creative friend that I could always rely on to talk about Homestar Runner, music, and funny comedy, not the person that I later found out (from when we temporarily attempted to reconnect) was reeling from being relentlessly bullied, finding out that she was going to need a transplant very soon lest she die, and a development of bipolar disorder. I didn't try to branch out into what her interests were or what was bothering her.

This disconnect got worse in 7th and 8th grade, when the most contact we had was on the telephone. She'd be here trying to talk about how cool this Monty Python thing or that Studio Ghibli thing was and I was like "boo, I wanna talk about the new Strong Bad email! I wanna talk about merfolk and mythology! I wanna attempt to sing her my songs over the phone!" I'm shocked I could spend up to an hour just boring her, repeating the same shtick. Sometimes I'd get her sister - and that ended icy (i.e. she'd hang up the phone or try to not give the phone up) because I always assumed that we'd just be mortal enemies, that we would just hate each other for the rest of time. Sometimes I'd get her mom, who'd tell me very diplomatically, "look, she doesn't want to talk to you right now." One of the reasons why I just kept calling and calling was because she had kissed me on the cheek on the school bus on the last day. That cemented it - she must be my girlfriend. My brother was skeptical, reminding me that our "dates" were essentially hour-long phone convos about nothing, like if two autistic teenagers reverse-engineered an episode of Seinfeld but one of them (me) wasn't attuned to anything outside of what excited me, that served to blow up the phone bill.

I began to realize something was wrong when she went to the hospital in late 2005. She'd just be in there for weeks at a time, always kidney failure. I didn't realize she was that sickly. In fact, I should've noticed that something else was happening when I found out that in calls made in 2005-06, I'd just say something to her and she'd ask, "...what did you say? I can't hear you." And I, not getting the memo that she might be becoming hard of hearing, would REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID IN A MUCH LOUDER TONE. With the low fidelity of a phone receiver, plus my terrible volume control, it had to have sounded like I was screaming at her. Eventually, all of this built to the final call, where she said that we had to break up but we could still be friends (and occasionally call). I didn't know this until later, but she was letting me down easy, trying to end whatever our romance/friendship/what-have-you had devolved into at this: just me dominating every single hour-long phone call with my hyperfixations of the week, sounding like I was just screaming like Stephen Malkmus through a ring mod and megaphone saying "fuckity fuck fuck" on the early Pavement EPs. There was no friendship left, just obligation.

Not like I took that well by any means. I got friends of mine to prank call her. I'd borrow other peoples' cells during church choir practice to call her, only to get her sister (who was very diplomatical and told me in no uncertain terms that her big sister was still very disappointed and upset with me - and that me calling her instead would not be a good idea since we don't have much of a friendly foundation to build off of). I kept thinking, "I have to win her back," like she's some sort of trophy. I loved her, I hated her, and I found myself dwelling in all the moments in between.

What did she see in me? I don't know. I wish I knew. I wish I knew in October 2015. I wish I knew in June 2006. I wish I knew that day she kissed me on the school bus. I'd tell myself to respect her, to talk to her about what she wants to talk about, to always listen to her, to reach out and make amends to her sister because she did not deserve to be treated the way you treated her. I had to be a better person than I was. And I think I blew my shot for good. If the first attempt at reconciliation ended acrimoniously, what's to say how a second attempt would go? The ball's in her court. In both of their courts, actually.
But all I can do is come to terms with it. And these past seven years, I've done a terrible job at it. Still so many hang-ups and frustrations I have to deal with. I don't want to die with burned bridges. I wish to die with rebuilt ones, to make a positive impact on people regardless of any success. And this is the hardest bridge to build. In fact, it might be impossible to do so. But to just ignore this whole block of my own life, these former friendships and conflicts, because it's messy and makes me come out looking like trash, would be to do a massive disservice to not only myself but to them. Like it or not, this relationship was formative. It said a lot about me, the shot of cold water needed to wake me up to how I was acting.
It's my duty to write about this so I can come out with a clearer mind, a better understanding, and a better ability to please move on.

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He is very much into Steven Universe (https://archive.ph/OzOeJ) In fact he made a Rambo themed Fanfic about it.

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Thunk Provoker dijo:

I found this on the cwcki:

User:Malkmusian - CWCki

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