RE: New moderator: Violet
September 30, 2015 at 9:32 pm
(This post was last modified: September 30, 2015 at 9:33 pm by Violet.)
@Alex K: You can't escape death... it will find you, it will chase you down, and it WILL kill you.
@Luckie: How can you have misunderstood me so far as to believe that men come back for me...? They can never come back to me! I put a LOT of effort into LEAVING men... dead and bloodless in a ditch. There's no way in hell that that's MY song.
* Violet hopes that everyone realizes this crap is in jest, given preestablished overdramatization having already been established, buuuuutttt.... just in case, she sighs, and qualifies.
This crap is already overdramatized, so... I ran with it. The reality is that I do not stalk people, I do not kill the people running away from me, I occasionally don't kill the people with whom I have straight sex, and I honestly just wanted to say that this was more of a relevant song than the two posted above:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ApPZWj05U8
The AtheistForums.org Staff is the closest I'll ever get to going back where I belong; Hell.
@Luckie: How can you have misunderstood me so far as to believe that men come back for me...? They can never come back to me! I put a LOT of effort into LEAVING men... dead and bloodless in a ditch. There's no way in hell that that's MY song.
* Violet hopes that everyone realizes this crap is in jest, given preestablished overdramatization having already been established, buuuuutttt.... just in case, she sighs, and qualifies.
This crap is already overdramatized, so... I ran with it. The reality is that I do not stalk people, I do not kill the people running away from me, I occasionally don't kill the people with whom I have straight sex, and I honestly just wanted to say that this was more of a relevant song than the two posted above:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ApPZWj05U8
The AtheistForums.org Staff is the closest I'll ever get to going back where I belong; Hell.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
