BloodyDemise Posted:

actually i suppose my statement was ambiguous.

if i appeared on your list, the question would be whether i could do anything to save myself…

if i did not, then it would be whether i could help. so i guess it’s up to you.

i’m not much good at ruffling feathers, though. Log in to see images!

Well, I don’t necessarily agree with all your opinions on sexuality, but I do have a special place in my heart for my Emoi Brethren. What do you think of the macabre?

BloodyDemise Posted:

i’m not sure exactly what you’re referring to. i’m guessing it’s not the generic lame crap everyone bumociates us with – hot topic, skulls, putting 666 in my screen name, yeah i grew out of all that when i was 13. (although they have nice shirts at HT)

to me the macabre is more than symbols. it’s the hellish alternate ending of a feelgood film. it’s the nightmare you expect to wake up from, only to land somewhere worse. it’s violence where you least expect it…the reason i wanted him to teach me about guns.

...him?

I remember

The dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills;

The grey clouds’ leaden everlasting arch;

The dusky streams that flowed without a sound,

And the lone winds that whispered down the pbumes.

Vista upon vista marching, hills on hills,

Slope beyond slope, each dark with sullen trees,

Our gaunt land lay. So when a man climbed up

A rugged peak and gazed, his shaded eye

Saw but the endless vista—hill on hill,

Slope beyond slope, each hooded like its brothers.

It was gloomy land that seemed to hold

All winds and clouds and dreams that shun the sun,

With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds,

And the dark woodlands brooding over all,

Not even lightened by the rare dim sun

Which made squat shadows out of men; they called it

Cimmeria, land of Darkness and deep Night.

It was so long ago and far away

I have forgotten the very name men called me.

The axe and flint-tipped spear are like a dream,

And hunts and wars are like shadows. I recall

Only the stillness of that sombre land;

The clouds that piled forever on the hills,

The dimness of the everlasting woods.

Cimmeria, land of Darkness and the Night.

vous etre fabulous persongette

vous’re grosse et laid gáye losere

Bloody Demise…oh, ok, so you’re head over spiked heels infatuated with someone you can never have, is that it?

Join the club.

BloodyDemise Posted:

it all depends what you mean by ‘have’, you could say we’ve got an arrangement.

but i would describe him as emotionally unavailable, yes.

This would mean you have a **** buddy, or friends with benefits.

BloodyDemise Posted:

friends is stretching it. **** buddy then i guess, except with weapons training.

what’s your story?

My story? Well, I’ve been living a long life of avoiding reality and the world. I’ve spent my time out there and I’ve seen ups and downs. I don’t feel like going into too much details ATM, but suffice it to say that my emotions have soaked down to my bones experientially and chemically. I’ve been loved and left and have grown paranoid and weary of the pityful excuse for what are called “men” in the world.

That was until I met SlashyMcStabby. He brings new reason into my life and we have…plans…

Dreadnuts Posted:

GAYEST. THREAD. EVAR.

truth,

Recommencer Posted:

I brush my remaining teeth with jizz.