you became a mod, seperated yourself from the inmates and responsibility and even personal investment started leeching from some recess in your mind. you started out much less mature and friendly than the others you joined.

the shit eats through coolness like worms in an apple or smartt's organs--why the fuck would someone accept a position where you're supposed to keep some kind of order when the best part about this place is saying obnoxious, strange and hurtful things? i never got that move--other than monkey who's a mod because they didn't know how else to deal with him----when you put the "Moderator" in your profile you might as well be strapping on a whistle and hall monitor uniform. with a star of david. at mecca. during the special blood-drinking prayers.


anyhow, moderators on the internet are rent-a-cops and the position makes you unfunny and at a disjoint from all that is not bono-one. it's not like you can really abuse the powers in ways that involve cruise missiles, securities fraud or even getting someone arrested as a grave-robber or something.

get out and well you still can, good luck in the meantime and come back cleansed of the taint of the smartt-backers you shared a title with. and stop drinking so much, or at least talking about it.