My goal in life is to make everyone I meet retarded. At least, right now it is. In other words, my goal right now is to make you retarded. If you are not retarded after reading this, I love you.
BUT THERE IS BAD NEWS. I'M NOT DRUNK, THEREFORE I CANNOT LOVE YOU. AT LEAST, I CANNOT SAY I LOVE YOU. IN OTHER WORDS, RIGHT NOW I DON'T LOVE YOU. IF YOU ARE NOT DRUNK AFTER ME LOVING WHAT I SAID IN THIS SPACE, I AM BOX.With all that said, my name is Retarded, and I have decided to drop the format that just poisoned my mind. Perhaps it's you talking, because as everyone knows, I am sometimes you. IN FACT, I AM ALWAYS YOU. At least, it's happening again, and I'm officially terrified of myself.But there is another heir to my throne, and he is AT THIS VERY MOMENT searching for the first heir that I did not mention. Why? BECAUSE HE IS ME. I AM THE HEIR TO MY OWN THRONE SEARCHING FOR MYSELF TO TAKE MY THRONE.Once upon a time, it's too late for that.And they lived happily ever after, even though the point has not yet been made. Without further delay, I present the rest of my rant that I must complete or sex will happen.YES. I AM INDEED BOX. DID YOU KNOW THAT BOXES ARE HAMSTER GUNS USED BY THE ZODIAC KILLER? Of course you didn't, because you are not box. You see, boxes are like me. I AM YOU. But you are still not box.NO, I AM BOX. How many? EVERYONE. Once the world learns how to dicks, we will all know what it truly means to have had have-hats. Have-hats. Oh, how I love those have-hats that I never had-hatted. YOU CAN'T HAVE MY HAVE-HATS FOR YOU HAVE NEVER HAD-HATTED ME.Correct. You are not box. If I type any longer, I wi–THE NEVER-ENDING END TO END ALL ENDINGS UNLESS THIS IS NOT THE END.P.S. THIS IS NOT THE END.
*grabs a bucket of popcorn and a Coke*
Also, I'm surprised no one said this but:
What exactly is the purpose of this ban. Duplicate IP?
If you're banning him just for talking randomly feel free to ban everyone on 64digitsI smell an elaborate hoax.
You guys seriously banned him? I'm disappointed in you.
And you close the blog to hide the evidence.Because he's the hero 64Digits deserves, but not the one it needs right now.
So we'll hunt him. Because he can take it.Because he's not our hero.He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector.A DARK PORPOISE.you guys aren't taking this serious enough. just because this doesn't look like a blog, doesn't mean it isn't one. the meaning is written in an eccentric manner to hide its vast intelligence from the profane.
clearly this is an encoded musing on the duality of the universe. the inherent riddle lies in the messages "1) I AM BOX, 2) I AM ALWAYS YOU, 3) but you are not box." how can i be you if you are box, but yet still not be box? it's written to suggest a certain zen concept of being "united, yet separate", because how can one be box if everyone else is box? yes, i understand the hamster guns now.the riddle's true meaning can be deduced from the statement "NO, I AM BOX. How many? EVERYONE." to become box is to lose the barriers that separate your perception of the world with the world itself. therefore, by becoming box you are actually becoming free of box.everything comes back to the first sentence. "My goal in life is to make everyone I meet retarded." to become retarded is to become wise, because to know nothing is to know the truth behind everything.I AM BOX.HOW'D IT GET BURNED
HOW IT GET BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURNEDOooh, Steven's gonna get it. =D
As an admin, I don't want to look like I'm taking sides. Free Bobert so we can hit him with the ban hammer again.Ladies and gentlemen, a brief intermission.