Its the multiple community, sockpuppets are like, the point
Do you know about multiples/plurals? They are a group of people, or perhaps a group of groups of people who believe that they have many minds or souls sharing one body. But don't say they have DID, or mention alters, this is "healthy"

multiplicity! The kind that basically comes from spending too much time role-playing.

Now days, the multiple community keeps most of its drama behind closed doors. Drama that usually has to with the people who don't have Sephiroth in their system looking down on those who do, or incessant bitching about who is just pretending, and who actually needs to get some psych help because they really aren't pretending, while the rest of the community is probably only pretending to not be pretending. Its a big old pretend-fest.

But yesterday, some wanker decided to air their wank in public for all to see! They created a journal where all multiples could post anonymously and bitch about the other multiples they hated.

And thus, Pluralanon was born! 100+ comments of bitching, backstabbing and circlejerk.

Its especially funny when the uninivated rest of the community shows up.

And its entirely possible that there were only 2 real live participants, with the rest of them being imaginary!

ETA: Original thread is now deleted, but they are back in a new one in Glorious Technicolor.

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kittenwings
2011-01-28 02:01 am UTC (link)

I totally agree.

Dude, if I had any past lives, well, it just reminds me of this Vienna Teng song, In Another Life:

n another life
You and I worked West Virginia coal mines
Side by side
Collecting the black dust like sin
The day the main shaft caved in
I caught your eye
As the lantern light guttered out
And the afterdamp swallowed us slowly
I gripped your hand
And caught a glance
Of the next time 'round

In another life
You and I were Red Guards in training
Side by side
We marched on Tiananmen
Turned our own parents in
For hoarding rice
And in the Great Leap forward
We crawled on our bellies and died
A blood orange sky
Gave a cry
Of next time 'round

In another life
I was married at thirteen
You were killed at twenty-one
On a minor battlefield
I was buried beside my second stillborn child
My last thought it seemed
A fever dream

Now we sink into a summer afternoon
Central Park in June
Marveling at the bounty our days contain
And we feel it like the shiver
Of a passing train
That other life
Deep underground
You and I
Side by side
We are the next time 'round

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	bigbigtruck 2011-01-28 03:14 pm UTC (link)
	That's gorgeous. It reminded me of this, too: http://s2b2.livejournal.com/142934.html (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	kittenwings 2011-01-28 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	Vienna Teng is one of my favorite musicians. Oh, WOW. That is amazing. Love it! (Reply to this)(Parent)

	caffeine_fairy 2011-01-29 08:30 pm UTC (link)
	That is quite, quite lovely. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	cmdr_zoom 2011-01-28 08:58 pm UTC (link)
	How long 'till my soul gets it right? Can any human being ever reach that kind of light? I call on the resting soul of Galileo King of night vision, king of insight Indigo Girls, "Galileo" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	re_weird 2011-01-29 07:17 am UTC (link)
	Galileo ♥ One of my most favorite songs ever. (Reply to this)(Parent)

	seiberwing 2011-01-29 04:17 am UTC (link)
	That is just gorgeous. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	kittenwings 2011-01-29 04:23 am UTC (link)
	Did you listen to it on youtube at all? You gotta hear it, it's even better when she sings it. (Reply to this)(Parent)

full_metal_ox
2011-01-30 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Although it doesn't involve a romantic pairing, another beautiful song on the topic of adventurous past lives is worth sharing:: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VST2KKIYn50

The lyrics, for those not in a position to listen:

WILLIE NELSON:
I was a highwayman; along the coach roads I did ride,
With sword and pistol by my side;
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade,
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade,
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five--
But I am still alive.

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON:
I was a sailor; I was born upon the tide,
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico;
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow,
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed--
But I am living still.

WAYLON JENNINGS:
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide,
Where steel and water did collide,
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado;
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below.
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound--
But I am still around..I'll always be around..and around and around and
around and around...

JOHNNY CASH:
I fly a starship across the Universe divide,
And when I reach the other side,
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can;
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again,
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain--
But I will remain...
And I'll be back again, and again and again and again and again..

--"The Highwayman" by Jimmy Webb; covered in 1984 by the Highwaymen.

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