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The last person to post wins !
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 RE: The last person to post wins !
December 14, 2014 at 2:32 pm
(This post was last modified: December 14, 2014 at 2:33 pm by Whateverist.)
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Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"
Who would punch a purdy girl like that? It ain't right. It just ain't right!
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Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni: "You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???" 
You were so close....
Yay .. Losty. You won!
RE: The last person to post wins !
December 19, 2014 at 11:43 pm
(This post was last modified: December 19, 2014 at 11:43 pm by Losty.)
Whatev whatevs
Jabberwocky
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. “Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!” He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought— So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!” He chortled in his joy. ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. BY LEWIS CARROLL
You make people miserable and there's nothing they can do about it, just like god.
-- Homer Simpson God has no place within these walls, just as facts have no place within organized religion. -- Superintendent Chalmers Science is like a blabbermouth who ruins a movie by telling you how it ends. There are some things we don't want to know. Important things. -- Ned Flanders Once something's been approved by the government, it's no longer immoral. -- The Rev Lovejoy RE: The last person to post wins !
December 20, 2014 at 12:19 am
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Ese Puto Espejo
Volvio sin querer a mirarse en el espejo... ese puto espejo que reflejaba la realidad del dia a dia... cuantas veces no se habia reconocido... cuantas veces habia odiado lo que veia... cuantas veces repitio a esa imagen lo que a el le decian... maldito espejo... inutil imagen... enferma caricatura... que miras despojo... no te acerques... maldito rostro... quien te va a querer... asi una y otra blasfemia... enzarzado contra el espejo dia tras dia... pero esta vez no habia rabia... esta vez el sentimiento era raro... era una mezcla de pena, de sentimiento de proteccion... de ansia de saber de abrazar y ... no era lo mismo no .. ¿ que era esa imagen... ? que demonios sucedia... el veia en el espejo algo que no creia... el roto... desangelado... solo en este mundo... y no era su reflejo lo que alli veia... una preciosa mujer... una chica desconocida... como la veia alli... en su misma situacion sumida... ella rota... desangelada... sola en su lado del espejo... a cada gesto que el hacia... una esacta reproduccion le sucedia... cada dolor que el mostraba... daño ella sentia... su alma era por fin libre... al igual que la de esa niña... rota sin dueño y sin valor.. como el cristalino contrario que enfrente tenia... como es posible tanto dolor ambos se decian... a la par a la misma voz lloraban y reian... fiel reflejo del cristal cromado... bella y tragica coincidencia de la vida... consejos doy que para mi no tengo... el uno al otro se decian... tan tristes y tan solos en la multitud de espejos de la vida... donde un caya y otro habla hay mil voces dormidas... ese dia estando solo... en su espejo encontro compañia... una compañia rota... una compañia como el vacia... un encuentro... una charla con su alma perdida... animo alma... imagen amiga mia... que las heridas del alma no se curan... pero se puede aprender a vivir... viendolas sangrar dia a dia... Ferdanado Caravante Garcia Greatest poem of all times |
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