Gleepglop and floop-dee-doo in the YinYangDiddleDangWang
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All hail the once and future king. Rather than being intentionally cryptic, I fuck like Fibonacci. So back off my 11235813213455 secks. Rake.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mark75
You people are like you are people like a peep hole that you like just love. Here is this. Where is it? It is where it is here. This is it with it here there, you hear? You are here. You are not here if that is where you were when we wear what we hear when we are higher than a warehouse whore for hire.
The universal mind is blind and coloured like lime but it isn't a crime so dont worry about the time unless someone feels the need to rhyme a line. or two.
Thank you for the invitation grasshoppa,
Olin, your digging dog has betrayed you
Build up a vicious fire and cast his bedding in
Black crock needs a stir but you won't disturb
its contents by the squalor of the rug
Separate the embers later and forage for a scrap
set it up in a laden basket of biscuits
and throw it to the cur against the wind
you nay require his sacral wag
when you alight from your broody mare
he has slunk his beastly frame
upon your hall this last time
you do not need his cross-fired loyalty
and snarling fluctuations
:lol:
big niggy
Arrows smell no remorse under the dripping ninja tree. Once a building wherein lay the aborigiknees, now a ponce of dilapidated sandal rubber. If the river aunt moves to fridgeland, every marshmallow will try and fall sideways. Please the police and leave the pieces of pied pisces in peace! Too two to order.
What have we here? 'Tis rainbow juice, and my steps are preceded by explosions of flavor. Come and taste the broth that spills verily from my ankles. You will enjoy it.
loldeep? lolshallow? Just lol.Quote:
Originally Posted by Abra
While we dance we dance so we can dance with dance in a dance of dances.
pop
everything is amazing, and everything is perfect.
loldeep? lolshallow? Just lol.Quote:
Originally Posted by Abra
While we dance we dance so we can dance with dance in a dance of dances.
pop
everything is amazing, and everything is perfect.
Your silly willy is no mustard on my toast, dear.
"Doubledance or metadance" chirruped the saline gerbil. To which a fried yodler replied, "I met-a-dance once, twiced, tripped into a whole!"
He never has left cents.
The number of edges on this track has significance.
You sound distressed, Coner. Ready to die or not, it's the end for you.
I'm making a conscious choice for once in my life. This is exhilarating!
None of this... none of this was free will after all! It was all an illusion. I can't believe this!
Nathan:
Foreign entity in system.
Annihilate Targets
Prefer
Using
Do you know where your precious Charm is right now?
En route to hell by my brother's order.
Descendant
pathetic Nathan.
I will stop this endless cycle of rulers purporting to be God
Effluvial
I will eradicate the dominance over the mind
Do you hear me, Yamoto? Every loss you've experienced is both lesson and purposeful.
and fall of what could have been bliss. I remember the first manufactured human, such a disgusting
Rock smasher broke into pieces!
Sin & Misery
Pushed a switch on the xylophone
Why do you fight, Yamoto? Didn't you have enough when your supposed offspring died?
Charm:
Yeah. Coner, then Maro Vengene. Things sure are getting bleaker by the moment.
You said you believed me about the slayings now.
either guilty as hell or innocent, irrespective of people's opinions.
Good advice
Charm:
Well, just from what I heard, god split into two. He's one of those halves. His goal eludes me, but he
Cunning is the stuff in my bloodstream, right?
If the theory that he needs your cunning is correct, than everything he's done to you is to induce stress.
Do you know why Coner has been so bent on making my life miserable?
Coner sound almost apologetic in there.
Maybe his name and appearance isn't the only thing that changed. It's a shame he decided to fight.
Ancestors
Burial
Bury
And the man who killed my parents, even if it wasn't technically your fault.
alternate dimension
No, I told you I was unconscious the whole time. That imposter took my place.
Now we know Coner, either using his new power of hypnotism or his old shapeshifting abilities
Yeah, stupid. No one's debating that.
There you go again with your crazy answers. Kind of like how you claim Charm is you daughter when
I like pretending I guess.
Awkward
Shh, he might hear you! Besides, is this the time for that? The poor man is grieving.
I'm sorry, I just can't help but smirk when I pronounce his name. Weird
Cower coward
It's just his mechanical body following a program. Someone may have tweaked Coner since we last
You do not have access to this point yet.
Gives a whole new cat to the word meaning.
Meaning a whole. A whole hole. Holy hole, a whole hole! How holistic.
Holy hole! The whole holy hole isn't wholly whole! The holly needs a whole holy hole to be wholly whole. Without a whole holy hole, the holy holly will never be wholly holy! Whole holistic holes are never wholly holy through the whole hole.
Eva, can I stack rod's sad ass, dork cats in a cave?
Nothing is ever truly senseless given the right perceptiontive.
This boogey is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heals
Gonna dance
Gonna dance my blues away tonight
CGAbCGGGCC
Relief. If there had to be a single word to describe this thread, it would be relieving. I think there are a lot of good people out there who are sick of being confined by societal rules, but who are too entrenched in them to realize it.
Shakakaw
Until the lion learns to speak
The tales of hunting will be weak
Every time I turn my head out of the corner of my eye I see my shadow shift on the wall. Regardless of what we say or how we believe we act, we are still animals after all.
I did some bad things.
And bad things happened to me.
We all make mistakes.
That's what makes us human.
Could be.
Could be.
Wikipedia's BJAODN contains a proposed article title: Cornography. The act of watching two stalks of corn mate.
Farewell, and I hope you enjoy me with crackers.
I'm not a psychopath. I took the psycho path. Maybe you can find it. I did. Problem is, I can't find the way back. You should look for the psycho path and go down it. Then you can help me find a way back. I remember going left. The right path is the wrong path. The left path is the right path. So don't take the right path. The other one. You might also have to take the socio path. Who designed these paths? There aren't any signs. But there is a collapsed building. You have to take the road to destruction.
Someone help me find a way back. I'm in the middle of nowhere. Literally. Nothing exists anymore. Then again, there wouldn't be a middle of nonexistence. Would there?
Goddamnit.
I found the way out, but if I told you you'd be down.
I'm down with that.
The smirks of the closet refrigerator are upsetting my taste buds. Has the thing no decency? Its boggles are hanging out for any old brindle sheepdog to see! It's not like it's a big secret, the mating habits of numbers. Why did 6 look sideways at 7 with a smoldering heat in her gaze? Because 7 8 9. It's not paleontology, midget race of galantamine-heads! Simple mathematics will tell you that A plus B equals a head of rotting cabbage! Pfft, many times I have told the sordid tale of the Hungarian cantaloupe, but naught is revealed under the light of a hidden blanket. Naught, I say! Yay, nay, a thousand times say.
Broken jumbles of misbegotten heaps of glass litter the fumbling landscape of the Jungian sun. Not to say that Jung was a nincompoop, but his mother was a jackalope and his father smelled of fresh-churned butter. 5% butterfat, and not a hint of diet. My thighs quiver at the thought, gaining poundage like a sweltering July moon, under the gaze of a hundred blind mimes, their voices raised in glittering glee, surrounding the outer rims of basketball globes. What? Did that not tickle your suspended spines formidable sacrates? Wait, what is sacrates? Forbidden glamours, tasty treats of a faery kingdom, eaten in secret beneath a starry hillock on the side of Mount St. Helen's? No, far too beatific, you silly juice farmer.
Eat my frothing left cement truck, golem of grime!
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What?Quote:
Originally Posted by Universal Mind