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« on: September 24, 2016, 08:08:43 PM »
I ate 3 bananas and 2 muesli bars. 2 instant coffees, 2 chamomiles and 1 small Ti Kuan Yin tea.
I remembered to buy moon boots and finished planning out my music purchases.
512
« on: September 24, 2016, 06:55:53 PM »
I'm with Verb on this one.
513
« on: September 24, 2016, 06:30:44 PM »
sep7agon chat is where full retard happens, I just can't go there
514
« on: September 24, 2016, 06:03:31 PM »
oh alexander I see you beneath the archway of aerodynamics love this cover
515
« on: September 24, 2016, 04:56:21 PM »
there is only one transformers movie
516
« on: September 24, 2016, 06:07:55 AM »
Whether or not I'm in hell. Whether or not you're all real and not just bots. Because everyone acts like a bot. What the hell is reality, where am I and WHY.
For the last four months and I expect it will continue.
well I perceive you on this plane brah so we both exist
And I'm not in hell so you're definitely not there either
being told things like this feels pleasant, thanks doesn't make the torture pattern go away but it makes me feel stronger
517
« on: September 23, 2016, 10:26:29 PM »
I will but not too much. I know I'm good.
518
« on: September 23, 2016, 10:23:32 PM »
Whether or not you're all real and not just bots. Because everyone acts like a bot.
Don't worry about it Spongebob
I won't, Patrick
519
« on: September 23, 2016, 10:13:37 PM »
god I hate that song
520
« on: September 23, 2016, 10:12:56 PM »
Whether or not I'm in hell. Whether or not you're all real and not just bots. Because everyone acts like a bot. What the hell is reality, where am I and WHY.
For the last four months and I expect it will continue.
fuck
we've been discovered
you all do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
521
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:07:17 PM »
do you even lift his threads, or do you just complain like a bird-chest nerd
522
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:06:15 PM »
turkey trollin'
523
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:04:42 PM »
wait I have vaping gear, never mind
we get it, you vape
I don't use it, but maybe I'll fish it all out when I quit smoking... again this time for the last time
524
« on: September 23, 2016, 06:54:53 PM »
Whether or not I'm in hell. Whether or not you're all real and not just bots. Because everyone acts like a bot. What the hell is reality, where am I and WHY.
For the last four months and I expect it will continue.
525
« on: September 23, 2016, 06:52:19 PM »
wait I have vaping gear, never mind
526
« on: September 23, 2016, 06:51:55 PM »
americans be vaping while they sip their pumpkin spice latte
fuck murica
527
« on: September 23, 2016, 08:02:56 AM »
this place has come so far towards queerness in these few years, is that a reflection of the other sites you guys visit or is it native to here?
528
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:44:37 AM »
I don't rock hats well
I dig that hoodie
529
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:42:34 AM »
I find 'demented' to be such a funny word. Dunno why.
530
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:41:27 AM »
Says the guy in the date rape meds storeroom. Just randomly calling me out for a pedo... just typing random words would make as much sense and probably be funnier.
Demented. Porridge. Demented. Hahaha hahaaaa I do suppose it's important to amuse yourself and to each their own wherever it lands them. Carry on with yours then. Pedo. Pedo. Porridge. Demented. lol
531
« on: September 23, 2016, 07:24:37 AM »
what is it supposed to be
zoom in
makes me think that you've wasted my time
Dumbass
takes one to know one
Wow, how witty.
I'm completely convinced you're not a pedophile.
why would you think that? that's fucking insane lol
I'm supposed to be the crazy one here, know your role
Yeah, why would I think you aren't a pedophile.
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Not that I don't like it, but you're abusing the artform.
532
« on: September 23, 2016, 06:17:14 AM »
what is it supposed to be
zoom in
makes me think that you've wasted my time
Dumbass
takes one to know one
Wow, how witty.
I'm completely convinced you're not a pedophile.
why would you think that? that's fucking insane lol I'm supposed to be the crazy one here, know your role
533
« on: September 23, 2016, 05:28:35 AM »
what is it supposed to be
zoom in
makes me think that you've wasted my time
Dumbass
takes one to know one
534
« on: September 23, 2016, 04:23:24 AM »
oh piss off nothing is there
535
« on: September 23, 2016, 04:12:31 AM »
what is it supposed to be
zoom in
makes me think that you've wasted my time
536
« on: September 23, 2016, 04:08:55 AM »
what is it supposed to be
537
« on: September 23, 2016, 04:07:40 AM »
I am the real nigger
538
« on: September 23, 2016, 02:26:27 AM »
I don't want to die but I don't want to live like this. Oh fucking well.
539
« on: September 23, 2016, 12:47:39 AM »
the pattern is fucked
540
« on: September 22, 2016, 10:09:43 PM »
ok but it's a really hard hitting drama, don't read unless you're emotionally prepared
Spoiler Barry looked out the cold soulless glass of the flower shop window. Raining again. Water falling out of the sky like tears from an orphaned civilization.
"The ten million sheep keep grazing," Barry murmured to himself. "The slime and filth of New York all runs downhill." Benson & Associates didn't take off like Barry dreamed it would. The only clients he got were scumbag addicts who couldn't find their antenna if it was hanging in front of them.
The flower shop door opened, and a mosquito flew in. "Fucking bloodsuckers," Barry grumbled, lighting a cigarette. The flame burned like the embers of a forgotten time. Barry could hardly remember the last time he was happy; working for Honex and spending time with Adam and Vanessa. Adam was now the CEO of Honesco and fired half the bees to save money, and Vanessa hadn't been the same since she started drinking.
"Mr Benson, hello?" The mosquito buzzed around Barry. "Oh god, I need your help. PLEASE!"
Barry took another drag from his cigarette and rolled his eyes. "What is it, asshole?" He couldn't stand insect filth who wasted his time.
Time. Like the gears of a machine, turning in place, never reaching a conclusion. Barry's time never ended. He had prayed for death before, but no one answered. He used to believe in God, but now God was like a moat flowing through a windmill.
The mosquito put its face in its hands. "Oh god...the kids...Elaine...they're all dead."
"Let me guess, you got drunk and flew into a rage." The rain kept coming.
"What? God no, Barry. It was...it was a car accident. The SUV pulled out in front of me, I had no time to react!"
Barry scoffed. "Yeah right, punk. Let me guess, you were on the pipe again?"
"No Barry, I'm off that stuff! You've gotta believe m-"
Suddenly a giant bare foot came down in front of Barry, crushing the mosquito. Barry looked up and saw Vanessa smirk at him, sangria in her hand. Then she silently walked away.
"What a bitch," Barry thought.
The rest of the day dragged on. Barry smoked cigarette after cigarette. He would've tried to steal some of Vanessa's liquor, but he knew the consequences if he was caught. He looked out the window again. The city was slowing down, falling asleep. Robots following their programming. Spurred on only by the promise of a divine reward.
"Cowards," Barry thought. He took another puff and coughed. The smoke had completely filled his tiny bee body. He doubled over in pain and fell to the hardwood floor. The floor was as cold as a drinking a glass of water after you chew a piece of mint gum. Except way colder than that.
Barry felt enormous pain as he started to succumb to tobacco poisoning. He saw Vanessa stumble into the room and make eye contact with him. She was holding a bottle of vodka now.
"Vanessa...kill me." Barry pleaded.
Vanessa just laughed at his plight and left the shop.
"Wh...what a bitch..."
Barry couldn't take the pain anymore. He had to end it. He crawled over to the couch and took a deep breath before plunging his stinger into the fabric. The pounding rain coming from the sky started to subside into a light drizzle. As the stinger left his body, Barry sighed in relief. It would all bee over soon. I'm very amused. Bleak. Punchy. You can string words together ok
it's a parody of the over the top dark fanfics people write
the weird metaphors and similies are inspired from True Detective
You could do something in writing; journalism or whatevs. Not a bad career if you can hold onto your integrity.
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