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some1 gto me a custom titel!!Schildkrote Posted:
For the good of us all, never post again. My thanks. (view post) |
11/17/2007 |
Your moment of reflection for 11/16Since this thread has received such overwhelming positive response (and by that, I mean I have not attracted a horde of gibbering troglodytes like a certain other sensitive member of this forum), I will be continuing my poetry series. Enjoy.
There is no feeling more uninvited Than the empty dread of love unrequited. (view post) |
11/17/2007 | |
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So, how long before one of you male reproductive organs gives me the glorious title "Earl gobblemale reproductive organ of fabulous personinton"Evil Trout Posted:
Would this be akin to panhandling? Though I guess you don’t care what people do with their brownie points once you get their money.
Typical corporate sell-out whore. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/16/2007 |
Your moment of reflection for 11/16Hmm. Apparently the forum’s linebreak code has as much a problem with Shakespearean Sonnet Form as the previous poster.
Why did I expect better, from either? (view post) |
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WHO THINKS IM AM THE BEST?I have intelligence above the middle-school level, which by default puts me miles ahead of the both of you. (view post) |
11/16/2007 |
Your moment of reflection for 11/16The garish day doth interrupt the night A momentarily lapse in which we grieve Until dark’s warm embrace dissolves the light And showers us night’s gifts which we receive
The comfort of an old familiar friend The sweet release of sleep, perchance to dream The rapt embrace that never seeks its end The glorious midnight sky with stars agleam
From dawn till dusk your vision is attacked By photons shooting signals to your brain By overstimulation, high impact Designed to make you frantic and insane
How fortunate that I cannot recall A day where blessed night refused to fall. (view post) |
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What are you drinking now?Currently I am enjoying this exquisite glbum of Cabernet Sauvignon, grown from a small vineyard just south of Bordeaux that my family visited on an extended European vacation.
That’s where I met… her…
Camille…
I drink this to remember. I drink this to forget. (view post) |
11/16/2007 |
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icp still pwnsDan0rz Posted:
When a man’s life ends, he often turns to the religion that makes him the best offer for a last-ditch effort at salvation. Fear of the unknown makes a man grasp at straws.
Interesting to note that it also happens to a man at the end of his “artistic” lifespan. And considering the subject matter, those are extremely emphatic quotation marks. (view post) |
11/15/2007 |
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Did you know i'm the only man on earth to have a male reproductive organ that's visible from outer space?Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/15/2007 |
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Suggestion: Forum SpeedEvil Trout Posted:
If it’s possible to link a chain of posts to a very damaging attack, would it be possible to link a different set of posts for when you’re hit for 0/the forum misses? Something to reflect that the forum botched it with a lame post like, “yeahah well aur liek,.. rummm a RJERK! taek dat! Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/15/2007 |
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HUZZAH! Expression triumphs!Chilean Sea Bastard Posted:
This is not dinner theatre! This is the great spiritual mirror that reflects only what lies within! And like all mirrors, it distorts the image to show you the truth! Do you open a concession stand at a sunset? Do you hawk hot dogs at the birth of a child? No, no, a thousand times NO! Log in to see images!
To all of those with kind words, my thanks. Performance is a tragedy, the act existing in only the most fleeting of moments, each second tumbling into the void to clear the way for the next. And thus, the Performer kills his children as quickly as they emerge from the womb. Only in the hearts and minds of you, my esteemed audience, does the Performance live on, and for this, again, I offer my thanks. (view post) |
11/15/2007 |
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HUZZAH! Expression triumphs!BIGPEENIS Posted:
This. This is the voice of my detractors.
This is the confirmation that my work is aesthetically pure. Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/15/2007 |
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HUZZAH! Expression triumphs!Children using big words to impress their betters… always so amusing.
Run along and play, Timmy, the big people are talking now. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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trolls, emofabulous persons, let us pool our resources against our common enemy: the camwhore!I would hate the shameless attention whores more if there were more of them to hate.
It is hard to fight an invisible enemy.
It is even harder to fight an non-existent one. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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Why is life so painful?In all seriousness, you should get that Synesthesia examined.
Hearing sounds when reading the written word is often a result of irreversible brain damage brought about by blunt head trauma. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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Why is life so painful?Thank you, for being a willing (if unknowing) participant.
Thank you, for making my point for me.
Thank you, for proving me right yet again.
Why can’t I be wrong about something? Just once? Log in to see images! (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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Why is life so painful?Red_Machine_D Posted:
Interesting, this is what animals hear when they hear human speech. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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Why is life so painful?Red_Machine_D Posted:
This.
This is why the world weeps.
Because people like you are in it. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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HUZZAH! Expression triumphs!As some of you are no doubt aware, last night was the consummation of several months of planning, preparation, and rehearsal, resulting in the wildly successful premier exhibition of my multi-media performance art masterpiece, Le Torrent des Âmes.
The performance was a marvel of poignant beauty and sinister intent. The audience was brought from the brink of rapture to the heights of despair, and back again, and rewarded us our due standing ovation! Details… I will not divulge! You must EXPERIENCE SALVATION FOR YOURSELF!
I will say, to answer the question most asked, that no animals were harmed in the making of Le Torrent des Âmes: the piglet corpses were unused dissection subjects liberated from Helmsley High School’s Biology lab, and thus were dead long before being encased in Jello.
Plans are already in the works for an encore performance in the coming weeks, and I can promise this time that MY MOTHER will not be present, trying to pbum out rice krispie treats again. How embarrbuming, to think I was spawned from such a simple woman…
Please use this thread to discuss how your life has changed since attending Le Torrent des Âmes, and to shower your praise on we, your humble entertainers. (view post) |
11/14/2007 |
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My journal thread -- because you care.Red_Machine_D Posted: |
11/13/2007 |