I get the impression that most of you are in your twenties, possibly early thirties.
I'm seventeen; I expect that's rather on the young side as far as these forums go.
How old is everyone?
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Draal
Let us critque Draal on the undenyifable scornful being of his mind
Lets reconsider his stance...
How are you? And then you were 21; tell us the events that led to you being 40. A test a person kept quoting because your mother repeated the SAT scores to everyone in the hope, the identifable want, that you'd somehow mature.
Of course then, we asked what maturity was and found it lacking. Of course its what everyone else was and everyone else told me they needed. They needed to understand.
Then you died? 40 and died. Died when I was 21. Several times between the ages of 14 and 21. We'll consider a life well lived.
Taken in stance along with a Nipponese girl who looked younger. Its a Japanese thing. A concept dating back to the beginning of the life that was well lived.
Was this life well lived? Let us ask!
No. Why? Why not. Everyone now!
What is a life well lived? We'll do things in the morning, in the white shadows that plague sleeping minds and semi-comitous beings. We'll reinvent a concept for use with this post.
The sun is now sol and the sol is now a bakery entrante meant for Jesus Christ. Except Jesus doesn't want it. Why wouldn't Jesus enjoy a warm toastie for his pallette?
When you were 14? Did you fuck a girl when you were 14? Do it in the sand around a flaming sun? Grab that disc and run with it.Draal wrote:When I was 14, I was 21.
When I was 21, I was 40.
When I was 40, I was dead.
Lets reconsider his stance...
How are you? And then you were 21; tell us the events that led to you being 40. A test a person kept quoting because your mother repeated the SAT scores to everyone in the hope, the identifable want, that you'd somehow mature.
Of course then, we asked what maturity was and found it lacking. Of course its what everyone else was and everyone else told me they needed. They needed to understand.
Then you died? 40 and died. Died when I was 21. Several times between the ages of 14 and 21. We'll consider a life well lived.
Taken in stance along with a Nipponese girl who looked younger. Its a Japanese thing. A concept dating back to the beginning of the life that was well lived.
Was this life well lived? Let us ask!
No. Why? Why not. Everyone now!
What is a life well lived? We'll do things in the morning, in the white shadows that plague sleeping minds and semi-comitous beings. We'll reinvent a concept for use with this post.
The sun is now sol and the sol is now a bakery entrante meant for Jesus Christ. Except Jesus doesn't want it. Why wouldn't Jesus enjoy a warm toastie for his pallette?
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Gay Clubs and Posiers
Must answer this.
Why wouldn't Jesus enjoy a warm pastie? Because the pastie doesn't like him. Awaken and discovered that the contradictory nature of everything. Then discovered periods were a source of annoyance for every thought and that nature wasn't usually natural.
That is why Jesus didn't enjoy his fucken toastie YOU STUPID FUCKEN CUNT
Why wouldn't Jesus enjoy a warm pastie? Because the pastie doesn't like him. Awaken and discovered that the contradictory nature of everything. Then discovered periods were a source of annoyance for every thought and that nature wasn't usually natural.
That is why Jesus didn't enjoy his fucken toastie YOU STUPID FUCKEN CUNT
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Draal
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Guest
Any idea what is happening? Zoomed in and around the events transpiring to transpire themselves around your inevitable host?
Draal... Seek a counselor to consol you fucken twerp. I fucken love the button which is a variety of general interest which you should consider eagerly because your in for that sort of thing you fucken CUNT. CUNT SUCKING MOTHER FUCKING STUPID FUCKEING EREP JEOPRRE" GHOF DAMN IT TYOUY FUCKEN ASSHOLE.
Draal... Seek a counselor to consol you fucken twerp. I fucken love the button which is a variety of general interest which you should consider eagerly because your in for that sort of thing you fucken CUNT. CUNT SUCKING MOTHER FUCKING STUPID FUCKEING EREP JEOPRRE" GHOF DAMN IT TYOUY FUCKEN ASSHOLE.
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Draal
I'll be eagerly anticipating the answer to this question because I posed one which conjectured to be answered!
I know exactly what is happening! Exactly what. We'll need to find what what is. Eagerly and truthfully for everyone reading this in another age and general time of discontent and mindknumbing garbage.
What has it turned into? What is it? It is what? What is it now? Really.
We'll answer it eagerly.
I know exactly what is happening! Exactly what. We'll need to find what what is. Eagerly and truthfully for everyone reading this in another age and general time of discontent and mindknumbing garbage.
What has it turned into? What is it? It is what? What is it now? Really.
We'll answer it eagerly.
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Posing Another Requim
Mindknumbing garbage? Everything is garbage or is everything mindknumbing?
Searching along the (THE) panhandle for exactly the item, the iota of general shocking retrieval they need to become that which they believe they can be. Or should. Always a determinent to everything when they seek the answer to an unanswerable question. A question spoken only by those who stutter at the end and generally consider themselves knowledable.
The mutter starts at the beginning and begins again at the end.
The muttering never ends.
Understand the logic.
Reconsider the real being that can only be found within a being which can only be found within the only being which is considered to be founded in the ability to be founded.
Where are you?
What am I?
Am I what?
Now.
RIGHT NOW
Searching along the (THE) panhandle for exactly the item, the iota of general shocking retrieval they need to become that which they believe they can be. Or should. Always a determinent to everything when they seek the answer to an unanswerable question. A question spoken only by those who stutter at the end and generally consider themselves knowledable.
The mutter starts at the beginning and begins again at the end.
The muttering never ends.
Understand the logic.
Reconsider the real being that can only be found within a being which can only be found within the only being which is considered to be founded in the ability to be founded.
Where are you?
What am I?
Am I what?
Now.
RIGHT NOW
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Draal
Phrasing a question or assuming response? A response.
This wonderful little shop closed down. Always went there for custard.
Now, I'll listen to the maturity within the answer you posed as a question. Exactly what you found which is what I'll consider.
Exactly what is unclear. You'll need to clear up what is before I can protest to what it is (what is it?)
This wonderful little shop closed down. Always went there for custard.
Now, I'll listen to the maturity within the answer you posed as a question. Exactly what you found which is what I'll consider.
Exactly what is unclear. You'll need to clear up what is before I can protest to what it is (what is it?)
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Frolicking Dandylions
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Draal
Can't spell frolicking without licking
Or yes we can.
Dancy upon the dasies? Prancing along the missile toe?
I see the namd and I consider the handle. What is the handle you've got over me?
Do not begin with the what and I'll hold back on my usage of the not to inform.
And I'll inform all right you FUCKEN NIP
Or yes we can.
Dancy upon the dasies? Prancing along the missile toe?
I see the namd and I consider the handle. What is the handle you've got over me?
Do not begin with the what and I'll hold back on my usage of the not to inform.
And I'll inform all right you FUCKEN NIP
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Guest
I once loved a girl. I sent her a letter along a golden, pulsing telegraph wire that revealed my deepest affections for her, and an appreciation for God to have placed her within my reach.
She avoided me.
Years later we met in a park; her walking with a hand stiched purse and me throwing a yellow Frisbee about. We sat with that yellow disc under a cloudy sky and talked in hushed, happy tones of how we were, relying on those broad, vague recollections people make to each other:
"How are you doing?"
"I'm good."
She eyed the Frisbee as we spoke, picking it up then touching and flexing it, testing its strength. Finally she pointed at the sky with a rough edged nail and threw that yellow disc at the sun. Then she smiled at me with red lips that touched cheeks that have never seen powder nor rouge.
I once loved a girl who loved the world.
She avoided me.
Years later we met in a park; her walking with a hand stiched purse and me throwing a yellow Frisbee about. We sat with that yellow disc under a cloudy sky and talked in hushed, happy tones of how we were, relying on those broad, vague recollections people make to each other:
"How are you doing?"
"I'm good."
She eyed the Frisbee as we spoke, picking it up then touching and flexing it, testing its strength. Finally she pointed at the sky with a rough edged nail and threw that yellow disc at the sun. Then she smiled at me with red lips that touched cheeks that have never seen powder nor rouge.
I once loved a girl who loved the world.