wut do u want 4 chrismas?
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Level 10 Emo Kid
“Gloomy Gus”
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Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cyst Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Flint Posted:
I’d like to know what it’s like to settle down, start a family.
Life out here is tough and lonely.
you are never more alone than when you are in a city, the cold glare of your lcd monitor the only light that you have seen for days. you can almost feel the dull thud of millions of people above you as they laugh their false, hollow laughs behind painted faces.
they are scared. every. single. one. they are all scared. they’re afraid their mask has cracked, that everyone in the world would know what frauds they all are. and so they kiss beneath holly, and rut with each other like beasts in heat, their breaths reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes. they spin fantasies for each other, that they may warm themselves as those fantasies come crashing to the ground, burning up one after another. and then they smile.
merry christmas you sick ****s.
looks lyke sum1 needs a xmas hug LOL!!
you, who know nothing of pain, would think to touch me?
begone, lest you burn up and fade to cinders. my grief is too much for you to even comprehend the smallest sliver of, for even that is enough infect you with the curse of self-awareness. turn back now, back into the warm happy glow of your fireplace, and there remain blessedly content with the smallness of your lot in life.
oh wow it is so nice for you to think of her safety. i didn’t know u were made of fire! thats hott~
i am made of pain.
my grief has turned to hatred in the crucible of my leaden heart, twisted in twain by emotions that you can scarcely comprehend. where love used to flourish, a darkness has taken seed, spilling across pastures and consuming all it touches. it is unbearable, this accursed agony of the flesh. my spirit is too great for this mortal form to contain; and so i bleed, that it may remind me what it means to be human, to be alive.
the cold perfection of the razor is a steely reflection of my mind. pain sharpens my senses, brings the world into focus. it lets me see the despair within you, little girl: it lets me see the rot that has taken hold of your breast and, like a sinuous beast, crushes the life out of you. do not think that fire is all that burns: you will, too, once you realise how desperate your vanity is.
all is vanity, all is vanity. blink, and then you die.
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Level 10 Camwhore
Tubmail me a picture of your male reproductive organ, and I'll send you several pics of my naked body from every angle.
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eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cyst Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Flint Posted:
I’d like to know what it’s like to settle down, start a family.
Life out here is tough and lonely.
you are never more alone than when you are in a city, the cold glare of your lcd monitor the only light that you have seen for days. you can almost feel the dull thud of millions of people above you as they laugh their false, hollow laughs behind painted faces.
they are scared. every. single. one. they are all scared. they’re afraid their mask has cracked, that everyone in the world would know what frauds they all are. and so they kiss beneath holly, and rut with each other like beasts in heat, their breaths reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes. they spin fantasies for each other, that they may warm themselves as those fantasies come crashing to the ground, burning up one after another. and then they smile.
merry christmas you sick ****s.
looks lyke sum1 needs a xmas hug LOL!!
you, who know nothing of pain, would think to touch me?
begone, lest you burn up and fade to cinders. my grief is too much for you to even comprehend the smallest sliver of, for even that is enough infect you with the curse of self-awareness. turn back now, back into the warm happy glow of your fireplace, and there remain blessedly content with the smallness of your lot in life.
oh wow it is so nice for you to think of her safety. i didn’t know u were made of fire! thats hott~
i am made of pain.
my grief has turned to hatred in the crucible of my leaden heart, twisted in twain by emotions that you can scarcely comprehend. where love used to flourish, a darkness has taken seed, spilling across pastures and consuming all it touches. it is unbearable, this accursed agony of the flesh. my spirit is too great for this mortal form to contain; and so i bleed, that it may remind me what it means to be human, to be alive.
the cold perfection of the razor is a steely reflection of my mind. pain sharpens my senses, brings the world into focus. it lets me see the despair within you, little girl: it lets me see the rot that has taken hold of your breast and, like a sinuous beast, crushes the life out of you. do not think that fire is all that burns: you will, too, once you realise how desperate your vanity is.
all is vanity, all is vanity. blink, and then you die.
yeah i guess it must hurt to be made out of fire. you can never put yourself out for fear of death. that is pretty sad duder
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Level 10 Camwhore
“Leave it to Cleavage”
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*********‘~~Dont ever regret anything that made you once smile******
“omg watch out! *flings snow at little girl*”
*little girl starts to run*
“Watch out again!” *throws shovel after her*
*runs faster*
*falls in snow laughing*
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Level 10 Camwhore
Tubmail me a picture of your male reproductive organ, and I'll send you several pics of my naked body from every angle.
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i want some flame retardant condoms for christmas.
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Level 10 Emo Kid
“Gloomy Gus”
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Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cyst Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Flint Posted:
I’d like to know what it’s like to settle down, start a family.
Life out here is tough and lonely.
you are never more alone than when you are in a city, the cold glare of your lcd monitor the only light that you have seen for days. you can almost feel the dull thud of millions of people above you as they laugh their false, hollow laughs behind painted faces.
they are scared. every. single. one. they are all scared. they’re afraid their mask has cracked, that everyone in the world would know what frauds they all are. and so they kiss beneath holly, and rut with each other like beasts in heat, their breaths reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes. they spin fantasies for each other, that they may warm themselves as those fantasies come crashing to the ground, burning up one after another. and then they smile.
merry christmas you sick ****s.
looks lyke sum1 needs a xmas hug LOL!!
you, who know nothing of pain, would think to touch me?
begone, lest you burn up and fade to cinders. my grief is too much for you to even comprehend the smallest sliver of, for even that is enough infect you with the curse of self-awareness. turn back now, back into the warm happy glow of your fireplace, and there remain blessedly content with the smallness of your lot in life.
oh wow it is so nice for you to think of her safety. i didn’t know u were made of fire! thats hott~
i am made of pain.
my grief has turned to hatred in the crucible of my leaden heart, twisted in twain by emotions that you can scarcely comprehend. where love used to flourish, a darkness has taken seed, spilling across pastures and consuming all it touches. it is unbearable, this accursed agony of the flesh. my spirit is too great for this mortal form to contain; and so i bleed, that it may remind me what it means to be human, to be alive.
the cold perfection of the razor is a steely reflection of my mind. pain sharpens my senses, brings the world into focus. it lets me see the despair within you, little girl: it lets me see the rot that has taken hold of your breast and, like a sinuous beast, crushes the life out of you. do not think that fire is all that burns: you will, too, once you realise how desperate your vanity is.
all is vanity, all is vanity. blink, and then you die.
yeah i guess it must hurt to be made out of fire. you can never put yourself out for fear of death. that is pretty sad duder
death is not something you fear when you have lived through a thousand lifetimes, each more painful and miserable than the last. but in your ignorance you have struck truth, much like a farmer who strikes a vein of silver: yes, i am made of fire, but it is the fire that you cannot see or know. it is the fire of the pbumio, the divine spark of life that eludes definition or meaning. i gesture, and fire answers my summons: they flicker, but i do not burn. do you see? i cannot be burnt. i cannot be extinguished. but their embrace scorches me nonetheless. i feel my flesh wither and warp, i feel my skin blacken and crack, i hear my throat give cry and give the agony a name.
and that name is “marie”.
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Level 10 Troll
“Pain in the ASCII”
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i want people to stop making long winded posts like the one above me
Want to join Team Awesome ? – try posting here
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Level 10 Camwhore
Tubmail me a picture of your male reproductive organ, and I'll send you several pics of my naked body from every angle.
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i only really pay attention to the first sentence becuz OMG that’s a lot of words
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Level 34 Troll
BADbum
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I want America to be consumed by flames on its most favorite day. DEATH TO AMERICA! ALLAH ACKBAR!
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Level 10 Troll
GODAMN BATMAN!! AND YUO KNO W IT"
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eponymous_ennui Posted:
and that name is “marie”.
marie callender more like you tubby bucket of ****
My sig sucks because I'm a troll!
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Level 10 Troll
“Pain in the ASCII”
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eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cubear Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Cyst Posted:
eponymous_ennui Posted:
Flint Posted:
I’d like to know what it’s like to settle down, start a family.
Life out here is tough and lonely.
you are never more alone than when you are in a city, the cold glare of your lcd monitor the only light that you have seen for days. you can almost feel the dull thud of millions of people above you as they laugh their false, hollow laughs behind painted faces.
they are scared. every. single. one. they are all scared. they’re afraid their mask has cracked, that everyone in the world would know what frauds they all are. and so they kiss beneath holly, and rut with each other like beasts in heat, their breaths reeking of cheap vodka and stale cigarettes. they spin fantasies for each other, that they may warm themselves as those fantasies come crashing to the ground, burning up one after another. and then they smile.
merry christmas you sick ****s.
looks lyke sum1 needs a xmas hug LOL!!
you, who know nothing of pain, would think to touch me?
begone, lest you burn up and fade to cinders. my grief is too much for you to even comprehend the smallest sliver of, for even that is enough infect you with the curse of self-awareness. turn back now, back into the warm happy glow of your fireplace, and there remain blessedly content with the smallness of your lot in life.
oh wow it is so nice for you to think of her safety. i didn’t know u were made of fire! thats hott~
i am made of pain.
my grief has turned to hatred in the crucible of my leaden heart, twisted in twain by emotions that you can scarcely comprehend. where love used to flourish, a darkness has taken seed, spilling across pastures and consuming all it touches. it is unbearable, this accursed agony of the flesh. my spirit is too great for this mortal form to contain; and so i bleed, that it may remind me what it means to be human, to be alive.
the cold perfection of the razor is a steely reflection of my mind. pain sharpens my senses, brings the world into focus. it lets me see the despair within you, little girl: it lets me see the rot that has taken hold of your breast and, like a sinuous beast, crushes the life out of you. do not think that fire is all that burns: you will, too, once you realise how desperate your vanity is.
all is vanity, all is vanity. blink, and then you die.
yeah i guess it must hurt to be made out of fire. you can never put yourself out for fear of death. that is pretty sad duder
death is not something you fear when you have lived through a thousand lifetimes, each more painful and miserable than the last. but in your ignorance you have struck truth, much like a farmer who strikes a vein of silver: yes, i am made of fire, but it is the fire that you cannot see or know. it is the fire of the pbumio, the divine spark of life that eludes definition or meaning. i gesture, and fire answers my summons: they flicker, but i do not burn. do you see? i cannot be burnt. i cannot be extinguished. but their embrace scorches me nonetheless. i feel my flesh wither and warp, i feel my skin blacken and crack, i hear my throat give cry and give the agony a name.
and that name is “marie”.
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Level 10 Camwhore
“Leave it to Cleavage”
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i want 4 jesus 2 b happi on his bday cuz of evry1 bein nice Log in to see images!
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Level 10 Camwhore
“Leave it to Cleavage”
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can i chaeng my wish 4 a 7390? and cud sum1 buy it? tia Log in to see images!
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Level 6 Troll
“Jerk Chicken”
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InsertCoins Posted:
i want people to stop making long winded posts like the one above me
i agree long posts are ****. if you cant make your point in a line or two your a fabulous person.
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Level 10 Troll
“Pain in the ASCII”
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THIS IS YOU Log in to see images! I WANT STUFF ON THE INTERNET TO HAPPEN
THIS IS ME Log in to see images! I WANT CA$H
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My sig sucks because I'm a troll!
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