So this is the new guestbook Fauux has been telling me about, interesting to see, i did no expect him to suddenly make this...thing. I guess the people of the Wired needed more to stay connected than i thought.. I am not surprised however when the Wired itself is slowly collapsing as we speak.. Good luck users, you will need it.

LETS ALL LOVE LAINNNN <3333

really cool stuff on this site

It appears the glass has closed in around me yet again. This time, however, I threw stones at the collapsing walls. Now, there is a crack. A crack I now see, and I wonder if I should flee through. My body would be bloodied, and my hands scarred; yet I would find myself free, and curious of my new surroundings. Shall I leave this shrinking vault out of necessity, or wonder? p.s. whoa someone else used the silly // thingy :3

It says the guestbook went offline in July of last year, so why can we still post on the page?

I just wondered, does Lain has losterol?

Lain is God

as far as i know that login page is just for shows, but MAYBE it could actually work. correct me if im wrong, but im pretty sure you need javascript or php to make a login work, and it only uses html (and a GET method, yuck) hope ur diarrhea gets better though, lol

I had a massive diarhea today, also- can you actually log in here?

Last year, this site made me discover the world of Serial Experiments Lain and I thank it for that. Thank you, to the creator, for making this.

这款网站很好 是我第一次接触lain所用且存在时间很长的网站

today's tomorrow is tomorrow yesterday's tomorrow is today tomorrow's yesterday is today yesterday's yesterday is the day before yesterday is a day a day?

Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain south cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the TV tower I want roses in my garden bower, dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour? Unannounced, unplanned for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings Where we had shoulders Smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until its other jaw reveals incest And loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family

So, what's the purpose of this website?

i love this website