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Adverse 02-22-2022 08:38 AM

AOWL Szn 10?
 
If there was enough interest I would consider returning as your favorite self loathing host. I don’t have as much time on my hands as I had last year but I might still be able to do it.

Candy 02-22-2022 10:12 AM

im in

Blue Bayou 02-22-2022 10:50 AM

I'd be down

sral 02-22-2022 11:39 AM

I’ve been back in a writing mood again lately, feeling refreshed after an extended break

Let’s get it

Adonis 02-22-2022 10:44 PM

I would be down

And like you, not much time to host, but would be willing to help out some

Cereal 02-22-2022 10:48 PM

respect

Master Rock 02-25-2022 03:08 PM

Yes!

Dominate 02-25-2022 06:06 PM

I’d have a go

Mr. J 02-26-2022 12:07 AM

I'm down for a round or two

Bomb Bard 02-26-2022 02:19 PM

Www.RapBattles.com

timeless 03-01-2022 12:48 AM

Absofuckinglutely

Candy 03-05-2022 06:37 AM

this would soo dope if it actually happens

Pharaohs Army 03-05-2022 04:20 PM

I'm down. I'll probably show for the season, then be burnt out around playoffs.

Master Rock 03-05-2022 09:00 PM

I'm patiencely waiting.

Sinacog 03-06-2022 01:57 AM

Anyone who has ever been on a forum is a FAILURE at writing..LMAO WTF DID I JUST READ..oh yeah..garbage..

Sinacog 03-06-2022 02:07 AM

The Splendor of Yggdrasil

Pillared beams of sun, burning purgatorial flames
dance through the bark - he faces this immemorial claim
eternal recluse; his smile morphs into a vernal salute
ode to Spring. Mr. Chevalier ties this luring, murmuring noose
he climbs slowly, then reckons with the length of his rope
this Last Judgement's fluttering veil...questioning the strength of his hope
the drifting snow: monochromatic crystals blanketing bliss
as an earsplitting tempest - shrieks suddenly in this baffling mist
...it rises with his breath's imperceptible, gradual hiss.
Behold! The disquieting splendor of this heavenly aspect
Portends an unknown. Cosmic malevolence beckoning madness
...he leaps, learning the depth of a second's compactness -

Float.

He notes each transcendent geometry suspended in space
as every single belief he ever held commences to break
the veracious precision of life: immense is its face
and Jean-Paul Chevalier recognizes - he can amend his mistakes
sensing Adelaide rocking nearby as she ascends into flakes
she's swinging softly. A gentle otherworldly pendulum's trace, when suddenly -
a horde of spirits sinister announce their menacing wake.
Stretched shadows hum a rising, barren melody great
the eerie tune blooms - all meaning and mystery bellowing grace...
a sudden, searing white light.
The branch breaks! Sprawled, he deals with this murderous pounding
the vortex of death's gate: he hears its call and its murmurous soundings...
pulled toward this venerable portal's endless, beckoning call
he sees the field - charged with an esoteric, blessed morale.
Adelaide swings...his dead daughter leaves his senses appalled
her emaciated face rasps a darkened, semi-sentient drawl
ring-like, she draws near. Panicking, Jean presently crawls
to the wood's edge. It's somehow...so forged; evanescent, egregious
these spirits and his daughter gone - the tension increases
a field of roses! He and Adelaide shared laughs in this sumptuous terra
its beauty's intensity rises, and he's consumed by an encompassing terror
memories blend with landscape, and all presumptuous error
growing at a distance - he sees the pupiled abyss of God's functioning sclera
this searing light takes him again...witness his climb and ascent
preacher of madness; creature of habits...mind of a saint.
Here's the wretched, beautiful view at the height of his zen:
Wraiths surround him, their socketed eyes ladeling flesh
Adelaide, smiling wickedly grabs the nape of his neck
In that terrifying moment...Jean reels during their savage rapport,
face contorted, she's screaming "I love you Dad" in a roar...
four of his vertebrae shattered, all of these mighty sentiments reel
...and Jean-Paul hangs. Finally finished in this desolate field.


MIDWAY upon the journey of our life 1
I found myself within a forest dark, 2
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain’s foot, 3
At that point where the valley terminated, 4
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,
Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders

WTF IS THIS??

SOME GARBAGE THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD Vs. DANTE A GOOD WRITER..LMAO..my point exactly..FAIL..

FAIL..

FAIL..

Sinacog 03-06-2022 02:10 AM

WTF DID I JUST READ FROM DEAD MAN AND ZYGOTE..LMAO TRY HARD TO BE DANTE AGAIN LOSERS!!

BOTH CAN'T WRITE FOR JACK SHIT!!..

WTF..

WTF..

Sinacog 03-06-2022 02:17 AM

DOES ANYONE ELSE WATCH ANIME AND GO..WOWO>>THAT"S HOW GOOD YOU ARE..LMAO..DEATH NOTE TAKE NOTES FROM BREAKING BAD OR SOMETHING..YOUR JACK SHIT LIGHT YAGAMI!..

THE STEINS GATE GIRL.. IS THE STUPIDEST BITCH IN HISTORY..LMAO..''OKAY YOUNG GRASSHOPPER''..!!

Candy 03-06-2022 02:34 AM

i watch spirited away howls moving castle bezker but very rare like anything else do i just sit and watch

Candy 03-06-2022 02:35 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sinacog (Post 819425)
The Splendor of Yggdrasil

Pillared beams of sun, burning purgatorial flames
dance through the bark - he faces this immemorial claim
eternal recluse; his smile morphs into a vernal salute
ode to Spring. Mr. Chevalier ties this luring, murmuring noose
he climbs slowly, then reckons with the length of his rope
this Last Judgement's fluttering veil...questioning the strength of his hope
the drifting snow: monochromatic crystals blanketing bliss
as an earsplitting tempest - shrieks suddenly in this baffling mist
...it rises with his breath's imperceptible, gradual hiss.
Behold! The disquieting splendor of this heavenly aspect
Portends an unknown. Cosmic malevolence beckoning madness
...he leaps, learning the depth of a second's compactness -

Float.

He notes each transcendent geometry suspended in space
as every single belief he ever held commences to break
the veracious precision of life: immense is its face
and Jean-Paul Chevalier recognizes - he can amend his mistakes
sensing Adelaide rocking nearby as she ascends into flakes
she's swinging softly. A gentle otherworldly pendulum's trace, when suddenly -
a horde of spirits sinister announce their menacing wake.
Stretched shadows hum a rising, barren melody great
the eerie tune blooms - all meaning and mystery bellowing grace...
a sudden, searing white light.
The branch breaks! Sprawled, he deals with this murderous pounding
the vortex of death's gate: he hears its call and its murmurous soundings...
pulled toward this venerable portal's endless, beckoning call
he sees the field - charged with an esoteric, blessed morale.
Adelaide swings...his dead daughter leaves his senses appalled
her emaciated face rasps a darkened, semi-sentient drawl
ring-like, she draws near. Panicking, Jean presently crawls
to the wood's edge. It's somehow...so forged; evanescent, egregious
these spirits and his daughter gone - the tension increases
a field of roses! He and Adelaide shared laughs in this sumptuous terra
its beauty's intensity rises, and he's consumed by an encompassing terror
memories blend with landscape, and all presumptuous error
growing at a distance - he sees the pupiled abyss of God's functioning sclera
this searing light takes him again...witness his climb and ascent
preacher of madness; creature of habits...mind of a saint.
Here's the wretched, beautiful view at the height of his zen:
Wraiths surround him, their socketed eyes ladeling flesh
Adelaide, smiling wickedly grabs the nape of his neck
In that terrifying moment...Jean reels during their savage rapport,
face contorted, she's screaming "I love you Dad" in a roar...
four of his vertebrae shattered, all of these mighty sentiments reel
...and Jean-Paul hangs. Finally finished in this desolate field.


MIDWAY upon the journey of our life 1
I found myself within a forest dark, 2
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.
Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.
So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.
I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.
But after I had reached a mountain’s foot, 3
At that point where the valley terminated, 4
Which had with consternation pierced my heart,
Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders

WTF IS THIS??

SOME GARBAGE THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD Vs. DANTE A GOOD WRITER..LMAO..my point exactly..FAIL..

FAIL..

FAIL..

respect


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