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what are u fappin 2 rite nowI don’t think I want to go there, then. I only use safe tattoo and piercing places. If I’m going to die, it won’t be by disease, but by my own hand. I had a poem about it somewhere, but my ex burned it. Log in to see images! (view post) |
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what are u fappin 2 rite now12yoIRL Posted:
Seriously? This schildkrot has the means to pierce me? Awesome. I have to ask, though: does he sterilize his tools? (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?Ravyn_Angyl Posted:
That made me cut myself a little. Good poem. (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?Mysterymeat Posted:
flowers conspire silently on the lawn they speak of dew and aphids those dreadful weeds oh dear, did you SEE her stamen?
their social circle knits themselves in
maggots writhe in festering garbage nearby happily rolling about in feces eating of mouldy cheese and rancid meat
the flowers look down upon the maggots with disdain the maggots do not look down upon anyone
both feed upon refuse
i would rather befriend a maggot. (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?Unending Torment Posted:
Thanks. Log in to see images!
Not that I’m saying that’s why she reminds me of you, it’s more that you are all like “woah, that’s deep,” and stuff. You know? Also, you understand PAIN. (view post) |
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Hi... I guessI’m a manager. I don’t make the burritos anymore. How I long for those days when I actually had a hand on those tacos and burritos. But then my manager committed suicide, and I was the best replacement. I guess. I’M TRYING TO GO TO COLLEGE, BUT NO, THEY HAVE TO GIVE ME A BIG RAISE AND MORE HOURS!
Corporate male reproductive organs. Log in to see images! (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?Mysterymeat Posted:
forever reaching into light songs familiar caress my ear express emotions i cannot place but i can feel
a multitude of spiral visions enter minds with smell or sound or perhaps a lonely flicker of forgotten sight
the music crawls into my skin embracing mind and soul and heart catharsis flows inside my veins a friendly drug
express thyself (view post) |
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Where did you get your name from?Every time I think of my ex, I masturbate, and then I cry. And then I Log in to see images! (view post) |
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Team AWESOME recruitment thread!There is nothing awesome about a bunch of conformists convening in a cabal. :-\ (view post) |
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what are u fappin 2 rite nowwoman's genitals Galore Posted:
Where’d you get that stud in your sig? I think I want to get one like that, only maybe a little bigger, so that it’d be more painful. (view post) |
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Hi... I guessWell, conformists, someone told me that this was a poetry forum, and I was sorry to say that I hit “new thread” without even looking. Death couldn’t come too soon for such a shame. But I guess I’m going to stay here, because there’s nothing better to do.
I got another eyebrow piercing today, to take away from the pain of my Taco HELL. Log in to see images! (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?Ravyn_Angyl Posted:
That is so deep. Almost as deep as the cuts in my left arm, but definitely deeper than the ones in my right. (view post) |
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Why is life so painful?I don’t know. I don’t think we ever will, because part of the pain is in not knowing. (view post) |
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Ragnarok of my loveFenris stares angrily at humanity, gnawing at his chains
shingshingshingshingshing
A thousand shudder simultaneously Unaware of what is to come
Shingshingshingshingshing
Exalted leaders and pariahs fall to the ground Forests and flowers wilt Oceans tremble…
ShingshingshingshingSHING
Flies attack willingly a million wasps Chaos of the conformity a brain revolts against it’s owner Rivers turn into urine and sulpher stench REEKS BURNING THE EYES OF THE SYCOPHANTS THE MEEK SHALL INHERENT DESOLATION
SHINGSHINGSHINGSHINGSHING
I AM THE PROPHET OF THE IRON MACHINE ALL OF THE FORMIDABLE SHALL FALL IN THEIR TIMID SHADOWS
a fortnight pbumes, the melding of the swords the snake is finally killed Midgard ist Niflheim.
SNAP! (view post) |
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Crimean WarfareRhyming poetry is for sheep. Thanks for the backhanded compliment. I think I’m going to kill myself, now. Log in to see images! (view post) |
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business as usualYou wouldn’t understand. My pain is splashed all over this forum page and you just want to rub it in some more. Well, I hope you’re happy. I’m going to cut myself again. Thanks, male reproductive organ. (view post) |
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Crimean Warfarea ship
a thousand wooden planks on fire, a vision one million souls suffer before their rebirth the sharks circle the water they can smell the blood they can smell the blood they can smell it smell the blood I can smell the blood
a man inside the cabin his tormenter rips out every single hair one by one by one by one
chop off his fingers chew off his toes feet hands legs arms genitalsnoselipsTEETHEYESSKIN
let him live.
Let him live like this forever, scars healing people burning all around him
an eye for an eye
and so on. (view post) |
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Andrais' FaultIt’s Andrais’ fault that we got into this mess, a thousand dead corpses washing up, bloated and festering on the icy shores of New England. The stench was overwhelming me, I couldn’t breathe. They were all staring at me with broken eyes.
They rose, still staring and glaring, claiming it was my fault. But it was Andrais, damnit!
Andrais- will you answer for your own sins? Why should I answer for your crimes? Is there an Andrais here?
They all crawl towards me, a mbum of teenaged mutants that couldn’t possibly have ever heard of Mozart or a necktie. It’s Andrais’ fault, crawl towards Andrais!
There is no Andrais, it was something that you made up. A scapegoat. A foolish cry emerges from your foaming mouth, “Andrais! ANDRAIS!” But Andrais never comes. He or she or whomever, it is not Andrais’ fault.
The bloated corpses creep closer, their corpulant stomachs bursting with ichor, sea water and dead maggots. Their green, rotten teeth reach your poor pale neck…
It’s your fault. (view post) |
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business as usualGreen White Redorange Blue
Kill jealous musters filling teeth Drilling teeth Pulling teeth
Blooddrip Corpulant carrion… succulent subversion to real endeavors Financial ruin falls twice Once Several
Dominant red children Foreign celibacies… foreign aeon ripping through me Qaballistic trepidation Easy character; falling certainties Escape the trepidation Scamming all these cynical bastards
Taxation without intelligent representation Winning the election of stupidity Killing foreigners for happy occurrances Giving up homes they’ve been in for fifty years I feel nothing broken Treat the fellating seller/financiers.
REDUNDANT. RAPESTICK.
Call four numbers and call me in the morning You absurdly low rate Chameleons attracting federal coatings Huge benefits (view post) |
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