It was some tikolu.net/edit page
It would get removed if someone decided to edit it, so probably not for eternity
There’s still probably going to be some forgotten page I don’t even remember anymore but edited back in 2019-2020 or something
Technically there’s only a finite amount of pages since there’s a character limit, so you technically could search all of them and see which ones have been edited and which haven’t, but good luck even getting past five characters long within your lifetime
Even if you restrict it to just lowercase letters (which misses a lot of pages), you probably won’t even reach ten letters (I edited every single previously unedited two-letter page using a script a while ago though)
I don’t know it's been like this for a while
Maybe i’m just getting too lonely there are a lot of people I know but I can't trust almost all of them (all collective liars, all pretending to be people they aren't)
If my life never mattered, who cares if it's a waste? A random graffiti in Paris, France once said that “Fumer tue mais vivre aussi donc pourquoi pas?” which roughly translates to “Smoking kills but life does too so why not?”
While I don't support smoking the messages makes sense - who cares what happens, what anyone says? If i’m here I'll do whatever the fuck I want
“At nine of the night I opened my door
That stands midway between moor and moor,
And all around me, silver-bright,
I saw that the world had turned to white.”
(Extract from a poem named “At nine of the night I opened my door”)
“The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky,
Though you bind it with the blowing wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.”
“His world had gone
Overnight-
Paths, tracks, known smells
All sunk
Under soft whiteness
That made him wince and sneeze.
Packed footmarks showed
Where the milkman had trod;
A second set, the postman's
Kit, on flinching paws,
Quickstepped to the gate
In a dazzle of white.
Couldn't see where it ended
So stood up to stare,
Poised like a meerkat.
An exclamation in the snow -
Black kitten
In a white world.
“If we pass by he turns and with one look
reminds us
that we've only borrowed it”
(Extract from a poem named “Fox”)
I will live to be 270 years old, said the Penguin. The Government said no. But the Penguin said it in 1865.