>mfw dustbutt actually put me on the list

I'm hilarious and amazing at writing.

And if you swing again I'll duck
And I wish you best of luck
You deserve yourself
And I return from my trip to hell
As a headless horseman

When the fuck did I become a pedo? I was never notified of this.

I should write a letter to somebody...

Cheat we already found you out, you don't have to hide it anymore.

>writing.com
>interactive stories

Literally 95% of the stories there are feet/femdom related.

Nice

The Iron Giant and Dredd probably.

I broke free on a saturday morning.
I put the pedal to the floor.
headed north on mills avenue,
and listened to the engine roar.

my broken house behind me and good things ahead,
a girl named cathy wants a little of my time.
six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking,
ahhh listen to the engine whine.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.

I played video games in a drunken haze
I was seventeen years young.
hurt my knuckles punching the machines
the taste of scotch rich on my tongue.

and then cathy showed up and we hung out.
trading swigs from the bottle all bitter and clean
locking eyes, holding hands,
twin high maintenance machines.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.

I drove home in the california dusk.
I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum.
picture the look on my stepfather's face,
ready for the bad things to come.

I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway.
the motor screaming out stuck in second gear.
the scene ends badly as you might imagine,
in a cavalcade of anger and fear.

there will be feasting and dancing in jerusalem next year.

I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.
I am going to make it through this year if it kills me.

The rain falls down on last year's man,
that's a Jew's harp on the table,
that's a crayon in his hand.
And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
far past the stems of thumbtacks
that still throw shadows on the wood.
And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
oh one by one she had to tell them
that her name was Joan of Arc.
I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
for treating me so well.
And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
all these wounded boys you lie beside,
goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
Bethlehem the bridegroom,
Babylon the bride.
Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
and Bethlehem inflamed us both
like the shy one at some orgy.
And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
that I had to draw aside to see
the serpent eat its tail.

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
so I hang upon my altar
and I voice my acts again.
And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
when Jesus was the honeymoon
and Cain was just the man.
And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
that the wilderness is gathering
all its children back again.

The rain falls down on last year's man,
an hour has gone by
and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up
and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen
on the works of last year's man.

You say I need a job, I've got my own business you want to know what I do?
None of your fucking business
But now i'm lying here knowing that business I had a name, but now I'm a number

1 2 3 Repeater
Repeater
1 2 3 Repeater
Repeater

Down by law, I've got this nasty habit
When I need something I just reach out and grab it
Once upon a time I had a name and a way
But to you I'm nothing but a number

1 2 3 Repeater
Repeater
1 2 3 Repeater
Repeater

Did you hear something outside?
It sounded like a gun
Stay away from that window, Boy
It's not anyone we know only about ourselves and
What we read in the paper
Don't you know ink washes out
Easier than blood
But we don't have to try it
And we don't have to buy it

1 2 3
Repeater!

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
it covered up my soul;
when I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
as you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold;
he does not ask for your company,
not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind;
the crumbs of love that you offer me,
they're the crumbs I've left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it's just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you've gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
you don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.

A change of speed, a change of style
A change of scene with no regrets
A chance to watch, admire the distance
Still occupied though you forget
Different colors, different shades
Over each mistakes were made
I took the blame
Directionless so plain to see
A loaded gun won't set you free
So you say
We'll share a drink and step outside
An angry voice and one who cried
"We'll give you everything and more
The strain's too much, can't take much more"
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire
Can't seem to feel it anymore
It was me, waiting for me
Hoping for something more
Me, seeing me this time
Hoping for something else

;_;

Rocketman is such an idiot

God

i accidentally read a really bad erotica novel for american lit in 10th grade. teacher warned me it might be a bit risque and i figured it couldnt be that bad, since i was in high school and all, and then i got to a chapter with an overly detailed description of a man eating a woman out right after she pisses on the toilet seat (including descriptions of him licking up the piss droplets on her pubes, which, how does that even happen wtf??) and i had to stop myself because i didnt feel like entering the uncanny valley

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