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obsessed
Join Date: Nov 2013
Location: fucka idiyote
Posts: 5,709
Battle Record: Faggot-1
Accomplishments - can recite entirety of shrek 2
Champed - tangoed with spider man behind scenes in spider-man 2
- was candidate for gerber baby 3x
- smush parker like bb comment on instagram saying "u fucka suck idiyote"
- smush beer on head and didn't cry
- parallel parked in between 2 ferrari's in tonky truck once
- when saying pledge of allegiance i said "i don't" lmao deadass bb satan
- won tshirt from taco bell saying "taco cat" is the same backwards for filling out 500 surveys in a
- neighbor house caught on fire i call FIRE department and saved lives, was in newspaper
- set neighbor house on fire lmao
- fuck neighbor husband and wife
- first fish caught resembled david ortiz
- colin kaepernick
- related to genghis khan
- elected assistant to the vice president assistant to the president for regional chess club
- never lost game of hide and seek
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HUMAN CONDITION. SPRINGS A DAFFODIL, A SAGE OF CALM.
Fell in love with waves of Orinoco, shot it's vacant stream to nether regions Now it's greenish feather leaflets, blossoming bud on hazel cocoa I wouldn't take for granted, the picnic painted pastel in a kiss I taste enamel, mixed in with leaves of fainted basil If April showers brings May flowers, i'm glad for floret efflorescence assortment of precious petals wicked so picture-perfect that you'll more than just forget it During spring the eucalyptus branch where years ago. We used to kiss. So ostentatious. stare at the stars, connect your face in constellations with my fingertips The conversations. when chilling gust of wind kisses shut your eyelids pillars rust. But I didn't. I knew where to feel you up. So much who'd think I was a psychic. Filtered brush of Hyacinth, crescent pools of iris, you even knew to party Such a celibate ruse. I wanna just send these troops, an army. elated volumes, I'll hardly illustrate a Coup d'état tomorrow but I couldn't wrong you, when you painted amaryllis with your heartbeat. It's so beautiful, it's so hard to, keep my eyes off of you. Each day was a luminal rendezvous, summer months played a musical ensemble. SUMMER SYMPHONIES, BARBEQUE'S, WINE AND CLASSICAL Ravel. We orchestrated spring awesome. The way we correlate a fling onto A course where we made our rings, and became a more formulated thing See the summer heat bleaches our skin, to a buttery cream pecan Buzzing of bees. Three seasons of touching under the seats, squeezing Your butt, and your cheeks. And you laughed, but your father didn't I was more of Beethovens 9th, and you were a soothing Chopin composition Truth be told, you're more of autumn to me. We would paddle boat on Dawsons creek You evoked Mozarts' artsy dream, but the boring parts you had omitted the melody of your curvy form had the rhythm of a jazz musician See in July, we hit the beaches, the waves invaded your southern peaches Water would drip form of tempos reaching a Treble clef where your letter-G is Barbecues. We lit cigars. Oh it was a blast, we had a car Fireworks. The fire worked, drunk in diners, t'was so bizarre. She shot a cupid, aimed with perfect symphony so innately ruthless. To say classical music relaxings' a therapeutic claim. And for you I'm crazy stupid The way your composition drifted, mixed in at 3am while both of our lips glistened, and our pupils dilated You waved your composers fingers, in a triangular stint, while my own member gauged a whole choral gracing Only way I could explain the minutiae you've created was a rubric I citated of musical notation It's beautiful. To have consummated. Tattoo my symphony in your crevice etched in the sound frequencies of us saying 'i love you' in your necklace FALLS CALLED FALL FOR A REASON. FALLING OUT OF love. not me, you. look, maybe, I'm overreacting but i'm lonely. I know school has redacted, but I'm lonely. it happened. they say most of us motherfuckers get stuck and dumb i was 1 out of a 12 dog litter that got caught up in puppy love. But spring and summer, were awesome. We saw things we never thought of and late at night, we whispered, "aw shucks" under covers, awestruck. but you were undercover. Playing cop to lure the robber your allure was slaughter. Loyal. But you were sure the plotter is this really happening? your moral road has no ground to speak in darkness! It's cold, you know. I'm a codependent prophet. You play the role of soul restricting harlot but how? you blossomed lavender orchids by playing sebastian bach with heart strings So cowardly, now that you're into me? You're just gonna go out. You're kidding me You played flowery symphonies, that planted roots that plow at my dignity Oh wow. Now you want to hang out with your best friends, bitch? Barely see each other. Rain clouds. even ignoring my text message. WINTER ALONE REMINDS US OF THE HUMAN CONDITION Now that you're gone. The cold breeze wrinkles my bone. I'm lonely. Controlling. It's frozen and we said our hellos I'll lend you a quote, in this narrative, expending unknown -- "If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome." - Anne Bradstreet But now when I'm home, broken, but most of all, what has driven .. me, is that it's you that I've forgiven. Cause you reminded me through all, of the human condition |
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