gyrofry posted:maybe the dingo ate my baby
there's an abortion clinic in Brisbane called 'The Dingo'
discipline posted:
no different to a vibrator really
deadken posted:it included unsimulated sex scenes yes
you reminded me of the guy i knew in high school who really wanted to show me this moment in a porn where the woman says "i love the way my ass tastes," can't remember if he used the word "aleatory" tho
swampman posted:deadken posted:it included unsimulated sex scenes yes
you reminded me of the guy i knew in high school who really wanted to show me this moment in a porn where the woman says "i love the way my ass tastes," can't remember if he used the word "aleatory" tho
when i move to america i am going to sit in goatstein's basement for three days sharing porn vids and eating ethically vegetarian corn snacks
roseweird posted:Ironicwarcriminal posted:
no different to a vibrator really
yeah it is lol
they both serve as a substitute for women
deadken posted:for valentines day i saw a preview of stranger by the lake at the curzon cinema in soho. it was good. it's about french homosexuals fucking each other in the butt and sucking each other's dicks
going to a movie about gay sex in soho seems sorta like driving to a place to do go-karting
roseweird posted:whew ok forget i said anything at all bc iwc i'm not going to talk about anime girl pillows w you. if you want to run on a focused platform of anime girl pillow acceptance and mass execution of climate scientists, thats your business m8
this is about language not ideology, both a vibrator and an anime pillow are a substitute for a woman.
and please don't misrepresent my position on climate scientists
roseweird posted:ewwwwww why did i come back to this thread
because everyone loves love
Ironicwarcriminal posted:how was everyone's valentine's day?
it was p nice, i asked a girl on a date and she politely declined and then i drove to the next town over to play cards against humanity with friends of a friend and then we all went to some weird cowboy bar where i watched fat white people dance terribly to macklemore
roseweird posted:iwc \is your girlfriend who agrees with your pua opinions a pillow
no but she sure is a doll, she wrote out a Mayakovsky poem for me
roseweird posted:.. and you posted it on an internet forum. this internet forum
beastly! *clutches pearls*
stegosaurus posted:i wrote a girl a poem about stalin once. not posting it though
what do you think stalin would think about keeping such correspondence secret from comrades?
roseweird posted:glomper_stomper posted:
thats what this thread makes me think about too
same, definitely coffee time
stegosaurus posted:i cant post it. i cant
no you're right, sometimes loyalty to oneself or foreign parties can triumph loyalty to ones comrades, i shouldn't pressure you to....Trot Out......such things
ilmdge posted:
lol
were I to type in the spirit of praise
to type for the joy of the typing
I'd cast my keys as oceans and plains
to reorder the Earth in the writing.
how better to pay my tribute so meek
to a leader so bold and so strong
who has shifted the axes upon which we spin
who has banished all evil and wrong?
or maybe I'd make my meager lines string?
to bind her virtues together?
then taking my bundle out into the sun
unwrap it and slice all the tethers.
and what would unravel itself in the light
and reveal itself in the drifting?
but that which was hers is already found
in everything bright and uplifting!
painter! your duty's to serve and enfold
he who must fight with bold strokes
but forget at your peril the Mother's command
to value what's noble the most
but this charge must not be the painter's alone
indeed, all men must declaim!
all men must be poets, and sing of the glory
attending her wond'rous name
she leans from the stage, as the sun from the sky
and casts the shadows of hordes
who have gathered to listen, to love and to praise
the one and true living Red Lord
the mouth, which booms the speech of the Gods
across every land which has ears
and the eyes, sharp like peaks of unceasing gaze
unweathered by passage of years
pounding my keys, in which all is cast
I make meager grabs at truth's scraps
and in furtive snatching must finally learn
where and how thick lie the traps.
I must trod on spikes, must seek out pits
must fast & moan through her Plans
I must find the genius concealed within
it will be then that I understand
and in my lines there shall be a path
from October's full promise to now
if I can play but the mapmaker's role
how then may my ego be cowed!
for what greater burden and glory exists
for one doomed to watch such as I
than to record the noble course of her will
across lucky swathes of mankind?