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thread summary "I'm Gay"
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Jul 3, 2014 06:49
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GelatinSkeleton posted:im gay
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Jul 3, 2014 07:04
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Sundown dazzling day Gold through my eyes But my eyes turned within Only see Starless and bible black Ice blue silver sky Fades into grey To a grey hope that oh years to be Starless and bible black Old friend charity Cruel twisted smile And the smile signals emptiness For me Starless and bible black
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Jul 3, 2014 07:33
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acidic stink mud
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Jul 3, 2014 07:38
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A man's two hands, one ringed, stretch his own anus unreasonably.
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Jul 3, 2014 07:51
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Smoldering meat, pounded relentlessly on the anvil into the inevitable, predestined shape of a dick
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Jul 3, 2014 08:05
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guidoanselmi posted:Sundown dazzling day Obviously I approve.
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Jul 3, 2014 08:36
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quote:I don't really *do* morning shits but that sort of roiling, noxious red-brown liquid runs that has the consistency of cooking oil and an acridly foul smell to it that permeates everything the moment the first hot squirt shoots down into the bowl so hard the shitwater spatters your gooch and the bottom of your sack and gums up the hairs on your scrotum, the harsh acidity of it that leaves your pucker raw and blistering before even the first wipe and even after a dozen you still feel dirty, making your skin clammy and sweaty from the irritation and the slight nausea and the certainty that twenty minutes later you will be in the exact same position again grunting and cursing quietly as the thin gruel pours out of you like a burst abscess, is no stranger to me.
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Jul 3, 2014 08:43
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A+
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Jul 3, 2014 08:51
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Big bear jamboree, Uncle Billy Bear produced the gat, came the sound rat-tat-tat, crimson stained cloth, upon the verdant copse the corpse now sat.
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Jul 3, 2014 08:52
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Oozing aspic from a bubbling fuckhole
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Jul 3, 2014 09:04
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Johnny Fiveaces powered down the magnabike with a not quite unhearble hum and checked his chronometer. “drat.” he hissed threw his clinched teeth which were surrounded by the stubble of five days where in he had not shaven himself at all. It was almost chromodawn at Clashpoint. Alreddy the sun was sitting Walliston’s Hill ah blaze like so much molten meddle or a coin, gyreating in the air, tossed there by the uncaring hand of an imaginary god that doesn’t exist, borne from the interior minds of the hobbled masses. The sky was the color of a television tuned to a dead channel that was orange. drat, he, Johnny, thought. We thought we were opening a new beginning with our mad dreams of time travail but ironically the only time now is the time of which we’re out of. It’s almost humorous. Yeah, I could almost laugh, if I hadn’t cried that part of me away when my parents were maccasared by Dr. Malaprop and the government sanctioned murderers of “CAPITAL”. He lit a Nicosheen brand swaggerette and took a dip drag, sinking farther into his inferior horologue. He thought of Nina and her mellifluous buttocks that he used to love to bang. Even now his nano enhanced hearing could almost hear her vagina lips quivering with moisture and also pleasure, like a slice of synth-ham being tongued by one of Malaprop’s slamhounds. When he got back to City5, he was going to do some sex, no doubt about that. “That’s right doll” he said to nobody and the wind. They were going to do it hard. He smiled, blowing smoke from his nostrils. They were going to do it cyber hard.
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Jul 3, 2014 14:23
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dude places the can of chili on the table. he doesnt have a can opener because the other one broke. he thinks about how to open it.
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Jul 3, 2014 14:27
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A frog sees a pond, into the water it hops, farting everywhere
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Jul 3, 2014 14:28
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you are tied lying on the rack, strapped down, bare-back and i hold a work plate, intervened between our eyes i reach down, i reach up and all there is, my red hands
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Jul 3, 2014 14:31
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Farting everywhere, rear end air bubbles rise to light, The black pond is gay.
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Jul 3, 2014 14:42
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paranoid randroid posted:A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now. Post the bit where the woman shits in the guys mouth and he swallows it.
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Jul 3, 2014 15:22
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Thats pretty intense (if you're into poo poo)
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Jul 3, 2014 15:23
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(It starts with one) One thing I don't know why It doesn’t even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme To explain in due time (All I know) Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away (It’s so unreal) Didn’t look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on but didn’t even know I wasted it all just to watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when... I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesn't even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesn't even matter
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Jul 4, 2014 02:08
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One - Nothing wrong with me Two - Nothing wrong with me Three - Nothing wrong with me Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give Two - Something's got to give Three - Something's got to give Now Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the flooooor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the flooooor
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Jul 4, 2014 02:10
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You are not special. You're not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We're all part of the same compost heap. We're all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
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Jul 4, 2014 02:12
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فَإِذَا لَقِيتُمُ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا فَضَرْبَ الرِّقَابِ حَتَّىٰ إِذَا أَثْخَنتُمُوهُمْ فَشُدُّوا الْوَثَاقَ فَإِمَّا مَنًّا بَعْدُ وَإِمَّا فِدَاءً حَتَّىٰ تَضَعَ الْحَرْبُ أَوْزَارَهَا ۚ ذَٰلِكَ وَلَوْ يَشَاءُ اللَّهُ لَانتَصَرَ مِنْهُمْ وَلَٰكِن لِّيَبْلُوَ بَعْضَكُم بِبَعْضٍ ۗ وَالَّذِينَ قُتِلُوا فِي سَبِيلِ اللَّهِ فَلَن يُضِلَّ أَعْمَالَهُمْ So when you meet those who disbelieve [in battle], strike [their] necks until, when you have inflicted slaughter upon them, then secure their bonds, and either [confer] favor afterwards or ransom [them] until the war lays down its burdens. That [is the command]. And if Allah had willed, He could have taken vengeance upon them [Himself], but [He ordered armed struggle] to test some of you by means of others. And those who are killed in the cause of Allah - never will He waste their deeds.
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Jul 4, 2014 02:25
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Puppy pug playtime.
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Jul 5, 2014 07:45
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I see your mama in the waiting room steady crying I see your rear end in the doctors arms slowly dying Now talk that poo poo that you was talking to your homie Bitch you should have shot me when you pulled your loving pistol on me So now I'm forced to pop the clip in S to the mutha loving A, nigga set tripping
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Jul 5, 2014 07:50
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Something I once wrote : The Sex Case Shorty sat, his leg twitching on the bench in the holding cell. There were three other guys in here, all of them mean looking, all waiting to hear the dreaded roll-call to be dragged off to the Judicial chambers to be tried by Judge and jury. One guy, in his late fifties with 5 days of growth on his chin was pacing up and down the cell parallel to the bars. He was muttering to himself - something about throwing caution to the wind. The kid was sat on the floor playing patience with some battered old cards, and the other guy - the really annoying one - was staring at Shorty and scratching his nose. Finally Shorty snapped. "Whaddya want for Chrissakes? Huh?" Shorty shouted. "Seems to me like you're the only one in here not nervous" the annoying nosescratcher replied. "Well I got me an cinch. No jury in the world is gonna convict me of what I done!" Shorty sneered. Now the other two turned their attention toward the conversation between the two men on the bench. Shorty felt a flush of red through his cheeks and forehead. He didn't like being the center of attention. That was the only thing he was worried about in that court. The conviction itself was a piece of cake. "So what did you do, buddy?" "I'm not your buddy!" Shorty spat, "And I don't wanna talk about it. Talk about somethin else, will ya? How did the Yankees do in the playoffs?" "I heard you was in here for rape!" .... all heads turned towards the voice that had just uttered those words. It was the guard. "Raping a GHOST!!!" he continued. The silence that ensued for the next thirty seconds gave Shorty plenty of time to feel the heat of condemnation that the jury might give off. He hoped not. In fact, he had hoped for a round of laughter when the guard exposed his dirty secret. Finally the kid broke the silence "You raped a ghost? What did it feel like? Shorty chuckled. "Clammy" "You sick bastard! That's ... that's ... Necrophilia in the least!" the pacing man shouted. "Don't you have any respect for the dead?" Shorty had been through all of this before, with his lawyer and in his own mind. "Look, the little bitch was asking for it. I mean, she's the one comes into MY bedroom every night! And you should see her, she's a real piece ... so this particular night - I'm feelin real horny and there she is - like clockwork. Every night at 3:15 am she turns up - so I grab her, tie her up with her own chains - and wham bam thankyou ma'm hey hey! You see - I thought about this - we've all heard a story or two about ghosts raping women. Does anyone believe the women? Heck no! They get sent off to a nuthouse. Now that ain't fair as far as I'm concerned. So by raping this sweet sweet dead chick I'm just evening the balance." The three men considered this point for a few seconds. "Yeah, but that ghost chick didn't deserve to get raped" the kid piped in. "How did you get caught?" asked the nosescratcher, the original inquisitor. How did I get caught? That was one question Shorty had no answer for. As far as he knew, ghosts didn't have rights. In fact, there was a huge discourse going on in intellectual circles about whether ghosts really exist or not. So to be arrested and prosecuted for forced sexual intercourse with an incorporeal entity was outrageous to say the least. When it boiled down to the cold hard facts though, Shorty had shtupped the see-through little whore because he thought he could get away with it. The last thing he had expected was the cops breaking down his door at five in the morning. "Look I dunno how I got caught! I guess the dead slut ratted on me. But what I wanna know is - since when have the cops been listening to what ghosts say?" The guard pulled out his keys and everybody's eyes focused in on them. "Raymond Bell - you've been called for. Come on, Shorty, time to go." Shorty, only known as Raymond by his widow mother, slowly stretched and stood up. As he walked past the three men he stopped and said, "Tell you one thing though - that cute ghost was the best lay I ever had!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shorty walked, with the guard, in his handcuffs towards the steps which led up to the court. As he slowed, the guard pushed him and he stumbled. "Hey watch it!" Shorty shouted "You're going down for a long time you pervert!" the guard shouted back, "Now get on your feet and walk!" Shorty walked, reluctantly, up the stairs and into the courtroom. He was escorted to the desk where his lawyer, Artie Wingowicz sat. "You ok?" asked Artie "Never been better" Shorty replied. After all, he had the best defense in the world - ghosts don't exist! The door at the back opened and there was a hush as the judge walked in. Tall and austere, with grey hair and a mean look in his eye stood Judge Aldridge. He sat down and peered through black pits of emptiness at Shorty. You see, Judge Aldridge had been dead for over 50 years ...
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Jul 5, 2014 07:52
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