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Should ELLE101 be banned?

  • Yes, permanently

    Votos: 20 24.1%

  • Yes, but temporarily

    Votos: 37 44.6%

  • No

    Votos: 26 31.3%
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Thank You for proving me right. I knew you weren't smart enough to listen. Bye Liz. Enjoy being alone.
 
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Ah sigh, I was wondering why it was taking her so long, but I knew this would eventually come. You had your last chance Lizzie.
 
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I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me. But I do not think my life will be long. As my uncle went, as poor Johansen went, so I shall go. I know too much, and the cult still lives.

Cthulhu still lives, too, I suppose, again in that chasm of stone which has shielded him since the sun was young. His accursed city is sunken once more, for the Vigilant sailed over the spot after the April storm; but his ministers on earth still bellow and prance and slay around idol-capped monoliths in lonely places. He must have been trapped by the sinking whilst within his black abyss, or else the world would by now be screaming with fright and frenzy. Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men. A time will come—but I must not and can not think! Let me pray that, if I do not survive this manuscript, my executors may put caution before audacity and see that it meets no other eye.
 
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It was funny watching all this play out, thanks for the laughs @ELLE101 you retarded freak of nature.❤️
 
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Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! Let them pass!
Hill and water under sky,
Pass them by! Pass them by!

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way
And take the hidden paths that run
Towards the Moon or to the Sun.
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe,
Let them go! Let them go!
Sand and stone and pool and dell,
Fare you well! Fare you well!

Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We'll wander back to home and bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
And then to bed! And then to bed!
 
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Ballad of the Banned Botanist​


In the wilds of the web she roamed,
A poster brave, yet quite un-homed.
She’d drop her digits, loud and free,
Then wonder, “Why’d they ban poor me?”


Her garden grew of scrappy weeds,
No gleaming buds, no fancy seeds.
She’d puff and muse in twilight’s glow,
While posting things best left unknown.


The mods would sigh, “Not this again…”
Delete, redact, and then — amen.
Yet she returned, both proud and terse,
To post her life in rhyme and verse.


Her smoke was thin, her heart was kind,
A tangle of the web and mind.
For though she wandered far astray,
Her soul just sought a place to stay.


So here’s to posters strange and free,
Who share too much online, maybe—
They teach us laughter, grief, and grace,
In this vast digital marketplace.
 
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Say goodbye to your Kiwi Farms account.

Do you realize how much CSAM of your cats will be made now without your ability to say anything about it? I will officially use all my fuckwhore energy to molest your kitties psychically with full malignance. Consequences will never be the same. And it's all down to you, Lizzie.
 
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🎵 Song: “Digits in the Void"​

(Genre: glitch-pop / cyber-folk)

Verse 1
Static hums on broken lines,
Echoes lost in endless signs,
Typing ghosts at 3 a.m.,
Feeding patterns to the den.

Pre-Chorus
Every code, a cry for sound,
Every post, a playground found—
You can’t unsee, you can’t unread,
The data hums, the circuits bleed.

Chorus
Digits in the void, spinning in the feed,
Calling through the noise, craving to be seen.
A thousand lines repeating, still nobody replies,
Just numbers in the ether under flickering skies.

Verse 2
She hums her code like lullabies,
A trance beneath fluorescent skies.
Mods delete, the page resets,
Yet echoes linger on the nets.

Bridge (Glitch Section)
(Stuttering synths, sampled typing sounds)
beep… click… upload…
identity overload.
The network dreams in loops and streams—
our memories unfold.

Final Chorus
Digits in the void, dancing without name,
Signals seeking solace in an endless game.
Erase, refresh, repeat—still nothing left to say,
Just patterns of the lonely in a bright decay.
 

“The Signal Beneath the Noise”​


The screen hums soft in midnight hue,
Each pixel dreams in shades of blue.
The world scrolls by — a restless sea,
Yet somewhere, calm, you wait for me.


Through static storms and phantom calls,
I trace your name on data walls.
Between the lines the meaning hides,
A secret pulse the net divides.


The code, it sings in loops and sparks,
A quiet light through endless darks.
No silence here, just whispered choice —
To hear the signal in the noise.
 
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