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ITT: SIGNS. VIEWING THIS THREAD MIGHT MAKE YOU A PEDOPHILE FOR 11 MONTHSContext, I love you. That sign pic was AWESOME. (view post) |
03/16/2009 | |
Heartache thread!!!UPDATE!!!
I told her how I felt about her over MSN yesterday, but I’m not sure if she understood how serious I was. I’ll probably tell her I love her again today. (view post) |
03/16/2009 | |
ITT: SIGNS. VIEWING THIS THREAD MIGHT MAKE YOU A PEDOPHILE FOR 11 MONTHSPlease, dear Context, may I have a pic? I know I was a douche in IDC before, but my Internet paranoia got the better of me. Sadly I am not presentable at the moment (aka looks like something **** would be ashamed of), but maybe I’ll TM you a pic later. (view post) |
03/15/2009 | |
Heartache threadImagine the most beautiful, wonderful, amazing girl ever. Imagine yourself in love with her. Imagine a girl so nice, so pleasant, that everybody else just use her. Imagine being in love with a girl with tendencies towards depression. Imagine being so in love with her, every time she’s in pain, you feel twice her pain.
Then, imagine that she is a devout Catholic and doesn’t swing that way.
[Will elaborate more later] (view post) |
03/12/2009 | |
Some wordsThis is some of my poetry. I am quite bad at this, so be prepared. !!!WARNING!!! Will contain swearwords.
Software Bug, Fleshware Bug **** this. **** you. **** it. You’re hurting me, and my only protection’s my wit. I do not enjoy this. I do not enjoy. I do not. I do. I. Why? I have nothing inside. The lightest breeze makes me fly. I hate this. I hate you. I hate me. Why can’t I feel? Will I feel if I caress this? Will I feel if I watch that pretty girl? Will I feel if I trust that beautiful needle into myself? I. Do. Not. Feel. What am I? Machines do not bleed. I do not bleed. Am I a machine? Binary code inside of me, being pumped around by polygons and flowing through wires. A pretty little program, doing what she’s supposed to. Tell me why this is. Tell me what this is. Tell me who you are. Tell me what’s beyond the stars. Let’s join hands and die. Wait for the mushroom cloud. Vaporize when our lips meet. I love you, Angela.
...yes, it’s pretty bad. (view post) |
03/10/2009 | |
WordsThis was a quite wonderful read, I appreciated it.
TM me for poetry of the kind that should be read with loud machine noise accompanying it. (view post) |
03/09/2009 | |
OMFG GEE IS SO HOTTTTTTRecommencer Posted: |
03/09/2009 | |
OMFG GEE IS SO HOTTTTTTThiefree Posted:
Thing is, it’s a man- (view post) |
03/09/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionRecommencer Posted:
Well, there’s one hell of a difference between Satan’s Place and I’ll Meet You In Poland Baby, isn’t it? That’s what I meant about different moods. And yes, they all make me happy, too. Foetus oozes talent like some wonderful slug oozing talent slime, coating our ears as we listen. (view post) |
03/08/2009 | |
CLOSED: What is sexy? A potentially NSFW contest.Sartorius Posted:
I agree. Well said.
Imagine a girl. A very beautiful girl. You love her, and she loves you. Nothing strange with that, right? You are in a room, and the girl walks in through the door. She is wearing strange clothes. Leather, vinyl, satin. Gloves, a corset, knee-high socks and a lot more. Like armour. There are lots of lacings, zippers, bumons and straps on her clothes, and you take each and every one of them off her, one at the time. You are not allowed to touch her more than what’s absolutely necessary. This means no caresses, no kisses, no pulling your fingers through her long, black hair. Nothing. Garment after garment drop to the floor, and you see how much she enjoys being free from these repressing clothes. Now all of her clothes are gone, and she embraces you. Her hands wandering down your back, fingers moving like she’s typing on a keyboard. No, not a keyboard, a string instrument, and it creates music in your head that you have never heard before. Wonderful. Now it’s time for another rule. You kiss her cheek, and she kisses yours. You move your lips a tiny bit closer to her mouth after every kiss, and she does the same. Finally, your lips meet. Your mouth against hers, the taste fills you, intoxicates you. You lie down on the silk sheets and look at each other, completely silent. She is so beautiful. How can someone that beautiful, that pure, that wonderful love someone like you? The only thing you know is that she loves you, no matter what. She loves you, no matter how lonely, ugly, sad or human you are. Now she is embracing you. Her hands wandering down your back, to your thighs. Her hands are on your thighs, and now they keep wandering… She is exploring you. You shiver with pleasure. Oh, you love her. You cup your hand around her breast. She is lovely, wondrous, angelic. You kiss again. Lips meet lips, tongue meets tongue. Joy. You lie next to each other, silent and filled with pbumion. She smirks, and you see that in her hand is a knife. It must have lied hidden by the folds of the sheets. It is made of obsidian, shiny, black. It is covered with strange carvings, old but beautiful. The knife has an ancient, dark power, and you are about to take part of it. It looks like the kind of knife that is used in forbidden, religious ceremonies. You beloved bends her neck, still smiling. What does she mean? …No. No, it cannot be. Does she want you to…? “Can I?” you ask, anxious. She nods. Yes, you can. And you do it. You take the knife and cut a small incision in her neck. The blood is a red jewel. You press your lips against the wound, drinking, sucking, kissing her wound. It is wonderful. The salty, yet sweet taste of blood fills your mouth. You let go of her, at last, and she turns her head towards you, her breath tickling in your ear. She whispers only one word. “Sayuri”. Her name. …Then, you wake up. If you find this sexy, you probably are me. (view post) |
03/07/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionRecommencer Posted:
I feel that Foetus’s music matched the JTHM mood perfectly, both the ‘happy’ parts and the sombre parts and the creepy parts. (view post) |
03/07/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionOkay Log in to see images! I’ll be a nice girl and post some links for ya: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bUtqSnR2x1Q http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMD_ttIVrrQ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikp9b9AyNHE http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmO5N5TVwpc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD2m0Jnixwk
The man is awesome. He and JV should make a JTHM musical together, sorta like when that Saw guy and Ogre made a musical together. Imagine the mind-boggling, planet-destroying awesome of that. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionRecommencer Posted:
Hmm. Are we talking about the same Foetus? I’m talking about ‘Scraping Foetus Off The Wheel’/JG Thirlwell/Clint Ruin/You’ve Got Foetus On Your Breath. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionYes. ‘They call it ‘to dance’, it’s the St. Vitus dance, sole flexibilty, what an accessory…’ That song has his lovely scream in it. Also, in Stigmata Martyr, he chants Latin very nicely.
Right now, I’m listening to the ultra-trippy band Tones on Tail. Didja check Foetus out? He’s a pretty cool guy, he makes awesome music and doesn’t afraid of anything. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
2 B emo v. ~ 2 B <= =>? a.k.a.: time for much needed introspectionRecommencer Posted:
Isn’t his scream just lovely? (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
Old swearsI call people amoebas a lot. It’s even funnier when they don’t know what it means. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
Fresh SpamMake your schlong schlonger! (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
Pubic Hair Maintenance (NSFW Poll and Discussion)I leave it be. It’s not like anyone’s going to see it, anyway. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
The things I want to say most right now.I want to say how much I love a person, but I can’t.
Dearest [name censored, privacy FTW], I love you. I really do. You say that you hate yourself, but I can’t see any reason why. You’re the most amazing person I know. Again, I love you. I understand completely that you might not share my feelings for you, and I can live with that. I just wanted you to know that I love you. You’re loved. (view post) |
03/06/2009 | |
ITT: Post Your male reproductive organ or VagOdalisque Posted: |
03/06/2009 |
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