― anthony, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Call and response is the synopsis Educate: evaluate: the crisis Hey doctor, what's the prognosis? Wisp, jist, list, grips
Hmmm, sort of a metal song.
― jel --, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jeska, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Archel, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
i jack off to jesusi jack of to psalmsi jack off to homily'cuz i have holy palms
FUCK THE SYSTEM!FUCK THE SYSTEM!FUCK THE SYSTEM!FUCK THE SYSTEM!
― Dan Perry, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Daver, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nicole, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― jess, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
You have sullied much that is pure. I command you to go read the Song of Solomon, clearly a chaste poem about Christ's love for the Church.
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― nabisco%%, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ms. S., Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
the springtime space cadet blithely rockets through the mist but i am autumn
― j.lu, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Monday, 31 March 2003 14:45 (twenty-two years ago)
(?)
― OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 18:13 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave q, Monday, 31 March 2003 18:57 (twenty-two years ago)
― OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:07 (twenty-two years ago)
― OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:26 (twenty-two years ago)
I never search for infinite wisdom in the bathtubUnless I absolutely have tub.
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:52 (twenty-two years ago)
The boy I saw at the batthau'sHad a face like Walter Matthau's
― OleM (OleM), Monday, 31 March 2003 19:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nick A. (Nick A.), Tuesday, 1 April 2003 12:04 (twenty-two years ago)
Haha years later I'm RATHER proud of my own contributions to this thread, but I'm not sure anything can top Lisp, cyst, fist, crisps
― anatol_merklich, Saturday, 5 May 2012 19:08 (thirteen years ago)
I WAS BLINDBUT NOW I SEEJUST HOW FUCKED UPMY LIFE CAN BEI PLUCK MY EYES OUTONE BY ONEMY BLOODY SOCKETSDRIP AND RUN
― You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:34 (thirteen years ago)
Pretty sure everything I thought I wrote in high school was actually an over the top parody of angsty teenagerdom written by present day me and sent back in time.
― You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:38 (thirteen years ago)
Crumple itAnd throw it outAnother piece of shit.There's nothing here to make me workI'm rusted shutAnd falling down the pit.A carcassLying, rotting in the fieldOf ultimate despairA feastPartake and eat my soul.Everyone is Here.Heaven is the ignoranceOf the hell that's known as life.Will Heaven be worth it? I wonderToo lateI've used the knife I'm impaled upon the knife.
― You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:43 (thirteen years ago)
Oh, I totally misunderstood the purpose of this thread. Well, y'all are welcome to include those gems in your screenplay for The Craft 2: The Craftening or whatevs.
― You Don't Throw Oranges On An Escalator (Deric W. Haircare), Saturday, 5 May 2012 22:52 (thirteen years ago)