I spent a year and a half at this website, and for the most part, I loved every bit of it. I met many great people here. But like anywhere else online, there are the sour grapes that piss in the aging wine, if you follow. Misuse of authority, exploitation, creation of stages to put on dramas (and then yelling 'drama' at everyone else who falls for it).... Maybe that's what happens everywhere. Maybe all sites start out in the good with quality people and quality sensibilities, and then, as they grow, random blowhards from all over the world slowly start to join, thus tainting what was once deemed untaintable.Whatever it is, Plime has developed some pretty heavy issues, and nobody in a position to fix them is actually doing anything about it.Peace and love, everybody.Except klub. You are a dick.For the love of all that is good, stop talking down to people you don't like. Go ahead and delete the account for me saying that, if it makes you feel good.BTW, internet "suicide", or whatever you wanna call it, is not being a "pussy". To be a pussy, I would have to sit back and keep my legs spread so as to take the pounding. In this situation, I've chosen to pull a Bobbit.=====================I'd like to leave a poem for those currently in the process of knocking down my levels. Perhaps it may balance out the spite you now feel for me with something much more pleasant....me,slowly walking, going to see the sealswimming in the lake of melted ice.The minnows they are catching must begood.They stay so long, entreat us too writeOf getting close to nature. People know:It's a good time for a photo, can't let go.But the ice should not be melting every-where,Swimmin' around and melting on theshore.Our shores will all be dripping round aswirl.Now there's no time for a photo butAh, good to swim in sunshine...-AC

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