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@deleteyouraccountlive
A few choice excerpts of importance: Livejournal; 2003-2006. Ages 14-16.
Mostly I wrote imploringly to musicians who would never hear me, and said “I hate boys, wait, no, I love them.”
[24 Oct 2006|11:28pm][mood|grrrrrrrrah]
I do not trust Ben Gibbard. Not after hearing that fucking mushaboom cover done by postal service. ohhhhhhh boy he’s not my friend. i always thought he would do something like this. ben gibbard, we are fighting!
Delete Your Account! Live
Where did your online presence begin? It is a question people ask themselves every day as they get trapped in an infinite feedback loop of social media. Lesser accounts shared on greater accounts, how did it come to this? Fortunately there is a group located in a super-secret location in Manhattan, specifically at 2180 3rd Ave, New York, New York 10035 coming together to try and shine some light on this difficult topic.
The life of the online presence is a fascinating one. Early on in the life of an online presence there are a lot of kinks to work out. Origin stories are one of the exciting parts of an online presence’s career. Usually online presences get paid in tens, sometimes hundreds, of cents throughout their not particularly lucrative careers. Perhaps most intriguing is the many permutations of an online presence which in many ways mirror the experiences the presence has as they mature from troll to a post-troll figure.
Post-troll is what happens when the joy of trolling ends. Everybody starts out as a troll. The world needs them to some degree. Some never really go beyond troll as being a troll is a particular unique online experience. Even more start their online presence as lurkers, those who have accounts for the sole purpose of following more prolific accounts. For these individuals the world is a place that they feel the need to shadow.
Online presences began long ago in a world with slower internet connections. Those initial sites are full of embarrassing things. Plenty of those sites are now fully abandoned. Myspace is the Detroit of the Internet with the pages recalling individuals in their teens and early twenties ready for excitement. Songs play instantly on those sites welcoming the few that continue to roam, lost in an Internet that has passed them by.
Few ever look back on those early days of their internet usage. They forgot what made their work so spectacular. With those first steps they began a career that continued onward into the future. Lots of lines written, journal entries shared with the world, and they were mere practice for what was to come much later. The nice thing about these early attempts is is they are all cached. With the rare instances when someone was foolish (smart) enough to delete them, they are still there waiting for a new set of eyes.
This is the purpose of this reading: to celebrate the baby steps of a beautiful bouncing addiction to the internet.
Come to Delete Your Account! Live tonight at 7!Â
Holy shit. These are from 1999-2001...? The website I made in high school and updated through my second year of college is still live on tripod. I had the grace to go back and kill my LJ and the link to it while I still knew the passwords.
this feels relevant.
harsh.
lunchbox anthem (6:27:20 PM): when are you gonna start going out with him?>
Kikimonster45 (6:27:30 PM): i think we’re kinda togetherish now?
Kikimonster45 (6:27:36 PM): i dunno. we dont do pda or anything.
lunchbox anthem (6:27:36 PM): gross.
Kikimonster45 (6:27:40 PM): so im not really sure.
lunchbox anthem (6:27:42 PM): im not talking to ou.
lunchbox anthem (6:27:43 PM): you.
lunchbox anthem (6:27:44 PM): bye.
lunchbox anthem (6:53:08 PM): i dunno
lunchbox anthem (6:53:17 PM): if we can be friends
Kikimonster45 (6:53:26 PM): wait, are you serious?
My friends and I made websites when we were 13 - they were hosted for free on Angelfire. Only 2 of 4 are still live (now with tons of ads), but they included lots of fun animated gifs!
Part one of a three-part poem in Hero Grrrl #6 (spring 1997). The other two parts are too wretched to share.
... too wretched NOT to share!
nothing changes
"I got really stoned last night, and blair bothered me beyond belief. i've never seen him intoxicated before and i realize i never need to again because that was ENOUGH. part of me wanted to end anything i had with him immediately and the other half of me pondered "maybe if i make out with him, he'll shut the fuck up?" well i was wrong. gah. obnoxious sixteen year old boy. olga was piss drunk and had fucking MONO and she was a pain in the ass, completely ruining my vibe, the whole entire prokrovsky gang ruined friday night and my high for me. i fell asleep at like 9:00 and took a gypsy cab with two fellow rosinkers and passed out in my bed. i have a shitload of homework to do tomorrow. oh well. "
The decomposition of self-centered shadows.
The sun is dead. It sunk with the absurdity of a shovel without dirt. Disobediance was born and the light was a poetic burlesque in the conflicted night.
The moon liberated a pious grave while a philosopher ate his metallic spoon. There was a house fly in his black eye waving with a fatal disposition.
I saved time when I canceled my life preserver. But, like the sun is leathery, I am dead. And I don’t see the flash when the undertaker takes my picture.
. . . w h e r e i s t h e r y t h m ?
You won’t admit it but the IM sound still gives you chills
the time i had a long AIM chat session with a guy in the grade above me who really, really, really, just wanted to sleep with me
*I kept a record of AIM convos I deemed important to preserve as drafts in blogger (I coded my own html site for my blog and used blogger to power it, screw livejournal!)
*People’s names have been changed but kept the screen names bc they are perfect
*Underage sex is discussed in detail
*Extremely painful to read bc the guy is so lame
*The best part is towards the end when I tried to share a funny video but he couldn’t watch it bc he didn’t have quicktime bc his dad “would be pissed” if he download it. lol technology.
raise your hand if the interests of your long-lost teenaged soul included Ben Kweller, Ima Robot, and Zesty Chicken Bowls (?)
The internet is forever and club photos never die. Please delete my account.
KatSlug: oh, go to this link http://www.clubbang.net/07-24-04/gallery.html
KatSlug: see anyone you recognize?
Captain HuKa: ek
Captain HuKa: i dont know
Captain HuKa: so many people!
KatSlug: keep looking
Captain HuKa: its kind of intense
KatSlug: 3 row
KatSlug: 3r
KatSlug: d
Captain HuKa: ek!
Captain HuKa: scared me!
Captain HuKa: please tell me this was not an 18+ club
KatSlug: lol
KatSlug: it's bang!
KatSlug: it's the best 18+ club
KatSlug: you can still get drunk there
KatSlug: i did
Captain HuKa: catia
Captain HuKa: no 18+ clubs
KatSlug: ian
KatSlug: it was awesome
KatSlug: shutup
Captain HuKa: who did you see
KatSlug: it was a dj
KatSlug: so much great music and dancing
KatSlug: 3 rooms
KatSlug: you would have loved it
Captain HuKa: ooo
KatSlug: i danced on a speaker with a blonde boy wearing nothing but jeans and a tie
Captain HuKa: k maybe hot
Captain HuKa: god thats hot
KatSlug: yup
KatSlug: it was
SO MUCH FANDOM, SO UNDER 21
Why do teenagers always think they’re burning?
