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I can't believe this radioactive bi-syndromic cylinder is getting past my authoritative standpoint. Where does it recieve its unholy channel changing secrets? I bet the men in black suits with water bottles in their pockets have been signalling the greasy wax wheel. There's no dollar in the sun that won't allow me to papercut my way through the stringy life of cheese.
Blew it, kablamo.
This is The TRULY Senseless Thread. Or not.
cup television tree on the piano frog with hampster soup girdle slumpy salamanders. tie poster clouds on face fungus catterpiller balls.
Thanks, although yours was better, and made mine look bad :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Man of Steel
I am currently grouping the sky, for that is my order. Whence done, I must move on to noting the rising level of gem square melting. This, of course links in with the next job, confining the sylicon molars to the holes in which the glass hench lives. On the condition that he approves of my fine batik, I must continue with my job list, moving on to the tubing. To do the tubing, I require the tubes (naturally) and the wrist wires to hold it together while the sailors climb in and clean the bath clicker. When they are done, they will undo the shell ropes and remove the skin. If all has gone according to plan a better talon formation with be formed from the hairs created by the waxy remains. If all else fails, however, I must watch the with red ink and listen to the itching salve.
What a busy day I have ahead of me!
Super Duck, that was indeed truly inspirational. :content:
I had a weird bonus question in a chemistry exam today in which I had to specify why the teacher should give me bonus points, this was my response:
To save the whales! Isn`t that a good reason? Think about it, if I don`t get the points, I will sweat more, because I will know that the potential for getting a good grade will be lower. So to clean myself up, I will shower. All the products I will use in the shower will find themselves in the water cycle, there they will harm the whales and possibly even kill them. Therefore, in the name of all cetaceans, it is my strong belief that I should be accorded these bonus points. Also, I think it`s mentionned in the Bible somewhere that I should get these points...
very well done. that is indeed very clever
No!!!!! I should get the points because hair..............wah-wah-wah
But, seriously can u tell the numerator to stop making noise? It's breaking my William Shatner. It comes in the night singing "lollipop" but that's very one loves fruit
I've been wondering for some time why the tape stands atop the metal pipe in the psych ward. The cracks on on the floor were made before I heard them speak to me. Days drag on and on and yesterday was two nights ago. Where is the meat? Oh dang that wasn't where they said it would be. Kindergarden time now adults, lets play ping pong! The mac is crashed and the bowflex is off limits! Do you feel like hurting your self? "" others? No way if you let me out! Two more days? Oh man I wont stand it, it is crazy. Stop taking crack, I know they checked your blood. Sigh, and now the little man is gone and the last smile has ran away with him. Aww, oh well.
This whole thread is a sham!!!
This thread makes alot of sense rather then no sense at all.
Pfft! Your pie cannot live up to my standards! Be gone monkeyman, and go defecate over the world leaders. I dare you! Do not trifle with the apricot jelly. Many a crustacean has perished beneath the jelly-ness. There is no time hurry! The small children of Tibet besseech you! Do not be so rash as to violate the poor men and kitties of Mars. They have done nothing to any of your mothers. Uncle Jimmay!
^ This guy's new to DV and I like him already.
Almost here.
Ignoring insolence.
Forgiving ignorance.
Insolent persistence.
It's all here.
Forget life.
Forget God.
Forget time.
Forget space.
Forget energy.
Forget consciousness.
Forget love.
Forget hate.
Forget sanity.
Forget stereotypes.
Forget cruelty.
Forget individuality.
Forget duality.
Embrace duality.
Embrace individuality.
Embrace cruelty.
Embrace stereotypes.
Embrace sanity.
Embrace hate.
Embrace love.
Embrace consciousness.
Embrace energy.
Embrace space.
Embrace time.
Embrace God.
Embrace life.
It's not here.
Condemning persistence.
Instilling insolence.
Ignoring forgiveness.
Never so near.
I like grapes.
Give me the fucking blue pill.
Hey that's amazing cloud ... (two posts ago ... not this one ^)
The yellow knight jogged through the imploded heart, bursting out of the exploding castle of picturesque reinsalts. A group of heffers pranced gaily as the masked pipe hovered over the glade of eleven folks. The ambidextrous lodger was ... was ... uh ...
... then a nuke went off; the end. (<-- Got bored :()
Death -- The Equaliser
At birth, be one,
New Mother, new son,
To be happy, with all,
Be happy, with none.
All live with nothing,
All live alone,
The world's richest woman,
Without a true home.
The most popular man,
No glimpse of a chance,
No escaping of death,
The end of the dance.
Not hopes, of the future,
Nor memories, of past,
All alone,
We shall die, at last.
Spontaneous anal seepage
A strange aroma is emenating from each and every bodily crevace, nook and cranny. Like fermented milk and pus trapped, turning to a horrendus, yogurt-like substance behind the cat-piss soaked couch, that when sat upon produces a very itchy and scabby rash at all points of contact, attracting wiggly and stringy roach and spider-like creaures, who, when killed spew out their very essence in the form of gooey, flem-like material.
Perhaps I have a bit on my lip, as poo sits quietly in wait in the other room, perhaps not...only time will tell.
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Dost thou have a happy to the work above? :p
out of curiosity is there a name for this type of writing? If not someone should patent it or something
It's called surrealism or dadaism, Explode.
Once upon a rainy car, the bit of spice we will hitherto refer to as "Ornold" was expelled from his mother's root canal. Unfortunately, Ornold died immediately from lack of methane. Damned Martian. Now, we will discuss the various disgusting tulips that grow upside-down in the Chinaman's beard. Of course, what would tulips be without water hoses and farting rabbits with red eyes? Bah, my digestive just spat out a frog ten feet short. Odd, but biscuits are eying my sister's tea like some sort of turkey. I wish I could draw a song from my boot in the winter of '93, but somehow my testicles got dislocated. Alas, her bulbous zits are too much for my solitary threesome of loving turnips. Goodbye, and hares.
07
(Intro)
I woke up after unsettling dreams. When I opened my eyes I was already leaning against a wall with an ant crawling up my side, yet I had neither arms nor legs to flick it off. I saw a figure come through the door and storm towards me. It was November, her hands reaching around, her skinny fingers squeezing my sides. She took me to the center of the room and began to move me back and forth and then back again, endlessly and relentlessly. I tried to raise protest yet no words came. At my feet I heard the scraping of the floor. It tickled me so much that I wanted to laugh; yet nothing escaped my throat. I supposed it wasn’t so bad, after all every now and then my head would hit against her breast. Seconds turned to minutes before I realized just what was going on.
(Start)
Nick stepped into the dark, musty headquarters to find his wife sweeping the floor with an old broom. She breathed heavily and muttered under her breath before looking up at her husband. “Would you mind doing this? No one bothered to clean this pigsty up, though I guess we didn’t have a broom before.”
“Sure,” Nick said taking the broom from Nova’s hands. His eyes scanned the dirt-riddled floor and with a sigh picked up where she left off. “I came in to ask you something.”
“Oh?” November said sitting down on the chair Melfina often occupied.
“Where in the world is Chigun? He’s not fishing with the girls or anything.” Nick moved to a new spot, “S-N wants his word on finalization of the ship.”
“Heck if I know, probably sweeping up his act. You know I hear he’s been up to no good lately.”
“You know that’s not true, honey. Chigun just seems like the kind of guy who is up to no good, and then everyone gives him a hard time over it. I swear I might just kill myself if I were him.”
November was about to speak when Mayah came through the door, staring at Nick with wide eyes. Nick couldn’t help but to return the look. “Uh—is something wrong?”
“I want to feast on Chigun’s blood. Er, I mean, where is Chigun?”
Nick scratched his head, having been lost in thought through most of what she said. He did, however, catch the last part. “I’ve been looking for him too. Have you checked that rock in the forest? I haven’t made it up there yet but he seems to go there a lot.”
“Where’s Chigun?” came Sakura’s voice. She pushed her way in, red faced, and pointed a sharp finger at Nick’s head. “I found a worm in my apple! I know he placed it there!”
Nick leaned against the broomstick and shook his head, “I really don’t know. Sorry.” The broomstick snapped under his weight and the man toppled over to the ground. November screamed.
“You broke our only broom, you oaf! This calls for drastic measures!” She pulled up her sleeve revealing a black watch. “Batmobile!” The side of the headquarters caved in causing a dense cloud of dust permeating into the area. Nick and the two girls coughed and waved their arms trying to breath fresh air. When the dust cleared a long jet-black car stood in wait, with shining rims and tinted windows. A moment of silence passed before Nick built up the nerve to speak.
“Why did you just send a car running through our home? Where in the twelve seas did you get one of those!”
The world exploded.
(Change)
“Talk about deus ex machina,” Chigun said, floating in oblivion.
(End)
"Don't forget your dreams boy" The old man cackled. "I won't grandpa, I won't" Screamed Jimmy, tears running down his mangled face. He had been a leper in his youth, but gave up his pride for a spanish indian who loved marbles. Crazy,yes. Inspirational, I think so. At least they do back in the old country. Where a girl could get her monies worth for a big bowl of pancakes and a whole lot of love. Anything else is highway robbery. Back in the old days, robbery was a crime punishable by the bluee lagoon.
The Couches are barking