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Depression and all of that fun stuff!MuddyBallzFlap Posted:
Getting laid is fine, until you realize that the person you screwed is a psychopathic freak of nature who you would rather KILL than talk to anymore.
So then you try one night stands, which just leads to more loneliness. And loneliness leads to doing sicker and more perverse sex acts, to try to stave off the loneliness. And that leads to shame. Which leads to Log in to see images!
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05/12/2008 |
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Depression and all of that fun stuff!mary misanthrope Posted: |
05/12/2008 |
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Blood and great timesCan I marry you? (view post) |
05/12/2008 |
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One of these girls plays FORUMWARZ, can you guess which one it is?there were hundreds of pictures on there, how could we possibly know? Why don’t you simply tell us who it is, and post her picture with her name here? (view post) |
05/12/2008 |
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A SERIOUS poetry thread!Since the thread I started has apparently died, much the way my inner self did long ago. I shall use this thread to repost my ****ty attempt at poetry. At least this thread is for serious poetry. Sorry for reposting, but this thread seems more appropriate. A dream, an eagle glides effortlessly through the sky, in his flight there is magic, in his screams there is laughter.
There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire.
But logical giants with arrows of cynicism, shoot the eagle down.
His blood runs red.
Dreams don’t just die, they are murdered.
A dream, a fawn frollocks joyously through a glade, he launches himself to precarious hieghts, only to land again, on sure, nimble feet.
There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire.
But sensous wolves, with hypnotic eyes, lure the fawn within reach of their razor fangs.
His blood runs red.
Innocence isn’t just lost, it is torn away.
An old man wanders aimlessly through cold grey streets, his milky eyes, see nothing but ugliness, his soul has been battered into conformity.
He screams, “I had something beautiful to share, DAMN YOU ALL!” and falls, lifeless, to the ground.
His blood, running red, is lapped up by soulless zombies, as teardrops fill their haunted eyes. (view post) |
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A dreamERECTILE-RAPIST Posted:
Why so I can expose my shame to all of you? Hmmm…good idea! (view post) |
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A dreamNow things are back to normal.
Damn…I just realized how much I hate the way things are normally…
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I think I will go play with myself, then feel depressed and shameful about it, then get aroused by my own shame, and play with myself again, leading to yet more shame. (view post) |
05/12/2008 |
WTF when did I post that?!?!?!?!?!MySpace Tom Posted:
You can’t sple CRAP without R-A-P (view post) |
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A dreamGad damn it, I pour my heart and soul into this ****ty poetry and I can’t even get so much as a **** you this **** sucks from the trolls?
**** this all!!!Log in to see images! (view post) |
05/12/2008 |
WTF when did I post that?!?!?!?!?!crotchbiter_the_flaccid Posted:
Wait, how is that any different than usual? (view post) |
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****I think someone needs to pimpslap some sense back into him…he’s usually not this lame (view post) |
05/12/2008 |
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A dreamA dream, an eagle glides effortlessly through the sky, in his flight there is magic, in his screams there is laughter. There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire. But logical giants with arrows of cynicism, shoot the eagle down. His blood runs red. Dreams don’t just die, they are murdered.
A dream, a fawn frollocks joyously through a glade, he launches himself to precarious hieghts, only to land again, on sure, nimble feet. There is a great beauty inside which he yearns to share, it’s his greatest desire. But sensous wolves, with hypnotic eyes, lure the fawn within reach of their razor fangs. His blood runs red.
Innocence isn’t just lost, it is torn away. An old man wanders aimlessly through cold grey streets, his milky eyes, see nothing but ugliness, his soul has been battered into conformity. He screams, “I had something beautiful to share, DAMN YOU ALL!” and falls, lifeless, to the ground. His blood, running red, is lapped up by soulless zombies, as teardrops fill their haunted eyes. (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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PWN ME, RELOCATEDBirdofPrey Posted:
Who is really? We are all just food for the worms. Log in to see images! (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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PWN ME, RELOCATEDTangolho Posted: (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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REPLY TO THIS... od on't, I don't careHe helped me drink my wine. (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
Pocket-EmoMaking the emo was fun at first, but then it just turned into another session of bracing myself while corporate America sells us their foul wares. (view post) |
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New contest for 10 bp!-God- Posted:
Pssst….everyone is laughing at you!
EDIT: NOT in a good way! (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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REPLY TO THIS... od on't, I don't careHe was a good friend of mine!! (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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You know why you emos are all so depressed?Biff Tannen Posted:
That might be true for some, but not for me. I don’t need camwhores. I service myself, which makes me depressed, which makes me want to service myself, which makes me depressed, which makes me want to service myself, etc… (view post) |
05/11/2008 |
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WATT I A EMU NEWEIGH?I think he might be very special, so we shouldn’t pick on him. (view post) |
05/11/2008 |