Tell her to close her eyes at her next attempt. Give the guys below a trampoline. Have fun.
Talk to a cute girl while walking down the street Ask for tissues for cleaning bird shit
Funnily enough I didn't have any particular people in mind (or did I?) when I wrote this but if you'd give me one minute to think about it I could probably link three members to any of the following: 1. Should never have noticed the Post-Your-Picture thread. 2. Should never have noticed Discussion in general. 3. I miss this person here. 4. Needs a sense of humor. 5. Arrogance is only justified when you're considered intelligent, and not just by yourself. 6. You're scene, and scene sucks. 7. Get your act together. No one actually talks like that! 8. You sound like the kind of person I'd hang out with. Which means I think you're cool. 9. You're a liar, and a bad one at that. 10. Honest respect from me. You deserve every bit of it. Anyway, how are you? inbeforesomeoneansweringtothis
============== Prologue React ============== "There used to be mountains here, all different in peak and dell. Though high as they stood, they were feasted upon by the gluttons called Wind and Rain. "Learn to talk already!", I shouted in vain. Because before they knew it, every last one of them was grinded to dust. Each grain journeying its own quests, only knowing and caring for their own. Pathetic. No one should find satisfaction in leading only one life." Mature enough to know at least that, was Catherine. The people rather who invented communication deserved her most loving of kisses but only the person who can tell her what it is shall be dragged into her, be pampered and in the end crippled so terribly that he would never ever get a chance to escape. She will communicate the violent way if she has to. Catherine Wheel is a living corpse in the process of decomposing. Ripping her fibers apart one at a time, she reduces herself to tiny figments hoping that they would somehow come to carry eachother's burdens. Alas, instead of doing so they all whine their daily lament of: "Catherine oh Catherine, when are we leaving here?" She sleeps underneath a parachute. According to her own religion -the one she herself does not believe in- the walls, floor and ceiling will merge on the apocalypse as pieces of a puzzle. The tyrant glued together from all her limitations -both physical and non- shall evict her from her queendom. That is why she will love him, cherish him, be intimate with him, and eventually want to flee from him. Things will get ugly. Heads will roll, angels will fall. Hence the parachute. It's her guarantee to a more beautiful downfall than she deserves. It has never ended that way. Catherine is trapped inside a blank sheet of paper which no author wishes to write upon. And with good reason too; Catherine is the loneliest person in her universe, and therefore the most dangerous. "Loneliness was never a laughing matter. Even less so is love. Come accompany me, come love me if you dare."
- First impression? - Impression now? - What do you think of old-school westerns? - Are you an anime viewer? If so, casual or rather die-hard? - Why did you join this community when you did? That'll be all for now.
Wow, that's scary dude. I hope she'll come to her senses.
I see. In that case I read Garfield comics. It might not be your thing though. XD
It goes without saying that I'm fed up with the emo crap. What annoys me most is not the fact that they overdramatize their lives, but that they feel that the whole world should know about that, and that some of them even treat it like some kind of contest. That sickens me most. But like Misty said, emo hardly means anything nowadays. An evolution I can only approve of.
I usually watch anime or something when I'm bored on the net. Whatever suits your fancy though. :D
Spam Zone material. -moved-
Interesting strategy.
Sure. What's up?
Are there any other kinds? We have nothing but evil forests in Belgium! You know that scene in Snow White & The 7 Dwarves where horny trees claw...
De Avonden (lit. The Evenings) by Gerard Reve. Dutch dude strolls through the last days of December being scared of growing bald, grabbing women's boobs, having stupid nightmares and generally being a dull no-lifer. I would have liked it if only it were 90% shorter.
XD I remember that little fucker!
Doesn't matter. If someone wants to reply, then they can be my guest. No skin off my back if they don't though. Besides, wrapping a story around...
It does, doesn't? Figured I had to do it because the original came out too serious.
Can they check if those porn files and/or the folders leading to them have actually been opened?
Calcabrina You should have seen her Her legs were long as a gazelle's Taking root in those high heels Hypodermics filled with tasty poison She swaggers in squares Says it looks more gracious But on a closer look you'd see She isn't really going anywhere She dances even with her eyes Wishes to emphasize her aquamarines But it's really just crystalline glass Sewn into her sockets She takes her steps twelve at a time Tells everyone she'll show them the way But she merely unleashes a brief Inferno And evanesces in the smoke She is a lot of people She had a lot of things Basically she's just a fallen nymph Who learned to dance on high heels And has many strings attached So she wouldn't fall no more Comment: Older. The character in this story is not coincidentally a female. Spoiler The female, created with the natural urge to create and nurture, with the underlying temptation to manipulate. The latter is her demon, symbolised here by the name Calcabrina. ~ Farfarello I know a story of a sordid man Who serves as an ideal for all sordid men A folktale told by drunken earthquakes He tended to gulp down inferior lives As if little more than bottled beer You don't like it so far? It gets a thousand times worse This man had fists the size of boulders Held them above people's heads Dominance of the nonsensical kind In the occasional badlands discovered By our ever-more galvanised society He is the muscle of the lost-and-found One man, aggressively trying to be Not just another clockwork automaton Want to know how his story ends? He was too strong and he survived While violence in his core remains He was welcomed into another time And demoted to intelligent thinking Comment: Older stuff too. Similarly, there is a good reason why the character here is a male. Spoiler The male, created with the natural urge and ability to withstand and to compete, and the underlying temptation to oppress. That is his demon, symbolised by the name Farfarello.
Hey there. I hope you're doing all right. Too bad you left, but it's good to see you still stopping by every now and then. You would have had a...
