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Creative Nonsense
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cvxn a répondu le Wed 13 Jun, 2007 @ 7:09pm |
 Coolness: 178900 | As I surf in space I see you looking at me from a window with eyes over it. But I can't talk to you because the glass is closed, and doesn't translate my thoughts.
However, I can signal to monkeys with no hair but on their heads, to talk to you. But they ran away. Then, they met a stone wall invisible and they crashed into it. Sending blobs of blood in space. Which transformed into red poppies. Space ate the poppies and became high. Shaky. I fell. But I could still fly outside space, so I did. But the stars were angry at me from going away, because they didn't like the other universes I'd go to, so they flashed solar beams at me. But I dodged them. So I went away and now I'm there. But space is still high. Moral of this story: I saw it move too! Get in the car! |
| I'm feeling x__x right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» JojoBizarre a répondu le Wed 13 Jun, 2007 @ 9:33pm |
 Coolness: 295230 | When dancing to the sound of the upperground inside the lowest metro ever available I was flabbergasted by the look of the inside of and outsider. His tiny little fishhook of love was entrenched in a serial number of tardiness that was followed by the condition of k users. The hermaphrodite was constantly try to persuade himself to make love to the other part of him.
Finally the clown came, killed the midget and ran away doing flips on is bike while roller blading the princess. |
| I'm feeling hitched right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH a répondu le Thu 14 Jun, 2007 @ 11:43am |
 Coolness: 226530 | I kick, chew and dismember, this soulless, weightless arrogance of mine toward my own hide. Seething thru, bleedin true. Screaming in the extasy of painfull memomrie. Still alive, ploughing forward, runing around the corner that never ends just to see what I saw before. Now I see no more. Prolly here, waiting to ambush me. Crush confidence like a baloney sandwinch on a rampage. I DEMAND THE FISTY of thai doom. Complete with spicy whatnots and lava burns to the bawls. Underage temptation without a smile, or a twitch. The grateful corpses, and highlithed instructionnal videos. The discharge of a 9.
I skate the figure 8 around a lonely fire hydrant, spewing the death of my child pyromaniacal dreams. Roasted tentacles, and babyback ribs on the brink of extinction. No you can`t fuck my brains, my ass woiuld be jealous, npt to mention the llama. Orthe croco`s that wish I blue the horn on their house of leaves, or feces. The pull of insanity is sweeter that the light of knowledge. But only cultists know I`m right. For I know only I`m not. Or maybe true. Who cares? masssive crew cutted gobs, trying to pervade my fantastik bttlewhile there`s an ashtray fire, relative morning to me, 11:40. Work in less than a 24th of a day. How am I supposed to stay? She knows I`m here, she knowas I`m where. Yes you. SPewage of blood monies, vampire thug. Holy sharpshooter with a mission. Or a score to settle. Only nitty gritty enough to look at the crime. Confused in knoledge, behind the mirror ou`ll find nothing but a hook holding it in place. Or not. Day one of Zero. Red white and purple.Purple like the grape inserted in the ignored butt. The butt of doom I tell you, and the soul of an angel. |
| I'm feeling cannibalistic right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cvxn a répondu le Thu 14 Jun, 2007 @ 1:45pm |
| Coolness: 178900 | Have you ever felt spacetime dance?
I did once, but then I almost forgot, because I was dreaming, and now only memories remains, just like the scent of after-love pheromones... A hint of pleasure and exhilaration. But I will feel it again soon, because I'm gonna travel. Where? I cannot tell. You wouldn't like it. And them either. Intensity kills us weak blobs, yet I cannot live without it. Like a sinewave of doom. Happy doom that is. We're gonna die, WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Let's jump off a cliff and feel the air flowing through us and then a flash of light when we hit the ground, and then... Life is as short as freefalling off a cliff, and as intense. And at the end, it all remains the same. A flash of light and... We appear as spirits red and blue dancing and eating tapas with gods and plants in a big low-gravity garden with scents of rose and little sculptures of every living creatures, even viruses. So big and microscopic sculptures. With moss over them, that sing with little tubes-mouthes in little chipmunk voices and giant mushrooms that leak golden drops of sugary water that taste like cinnamon. And I am NOT on acid esti. W'raaah. But I like cinnamon. |
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| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH a répondu le Thu 14 Jun, 2007 @ 2:32pm |
| Coolness: 226530 | Do onto me what the sarcelle youth do onto the mog. The bog of flatness wasteland in mah mind. So etheric. I wish I was someone else, to stare at what I am. I know it would hurt. |
| I'm feeling cannibalistic right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala a répondu le Thu 4 Oct, 2007 @ 1:02pm |
 Coolness: 165895 | GOLDEN THREAD
When I used to be a little paper, my phone would always tell me to clean up those eclectic ways of being an ass and try to always recognize who is making such sense out of crayola. I would always be called Majhdsiagf if someday the big and promiscuous sailor sat on a dish of statuettes. There goes all eternal flames. Yeay! |
| I'm feeling annoyed right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp a répondu le Thu 4 Oct, 2007 @ 3:49pm |
 Coolness: 209035 | When jumping over the moon, be careful not to crash into a cow, for the dish and the spoon are getting married in November, and Peter Piper ate all of Jack the Ripper's pie. |
| I'm feeling moo-tarded right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» MolocH a répondu le Fri 5 Oct, 2007 @ 12:56am |
| Coolness: 226530 | You should see the noises I taste when the colors get warm.... |
| I'm feeling skyhigh right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Kishmay_Pinas a répondu le Fri 5 Oct, 2007 @ 5:09am |
 Coolness: 103510 | I'm not half as drunk as my shoelace, said the rabbit as he heard the sound of Tom driving, whilst vomiting insane blurbs of nonsense into his shirt pocket. I am in fact the Walrus! |
| I'm feeling ez'ly baked right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp a répondu le Mon 8 Oct, 2007 @ 9:15pm |
| Coolness: 209035 | I am the eggman.. they are the eggmen... I am the walrus, googoogachew
(ok, I know it's been done, but it's the biggest load of nonsense I've ever heard) |
| I'm feeling moo-tarded right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» cvxn a répondu le Mon 8 Oct, 2007 @ 9:17pm |
| Coolness: 178900 | random thought of the minute: THIS IS SMEGMAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Thank you for these very nice informations. Boooo-eeeep! sleepy time now. Bye bye! (teletubbies-like) |
| I'm feeling zzzzzzzzzzzzzz right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» pussyvamp a répondu le Mon 8 Oct, 2007 @ 9:28pm |
| Coolness: 209035 | Kissing the morning sun always leaves the lips feeling blistered and sun-burned. Better leave it to the firey demons of Shaggenwaltz. |
| I'm feeling moo-tarded right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Mezion a répondu le Mon 8 Oct, 2007 @ 9:28pm |
 Coolness: 45690 | Shizle my nizle ! Mise À Jour » Mezion a écrit sur Mon 8 Oct, 2007 @ 9:38pm ok not creative enough
The question is not "does it make sense?" but "can you imagine it?". If so, then one way or an other, it make sense. So Happy Bear & Jellyfish Lapdance festival!!! :D |
| I'm feeling happy right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DrGonzo a répondu le Tue 9 Oct, 2007 @ 12:55am |
 Coolness: 266210 | ...
I fuck dead grandmothers to cure my gingivitis. |
| I'm feeling life in a speaker right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» DCRn a répondu le Tue 9 Oct, 2007 @ 12:34pm |
 Coolness: 158490 | "This dark chocolate contains Ibuprofen," he said. He looked lizardly, like a repitilian overlord or more precisely like Prince Charles. I reached for my Heckler and Koch, reminding myself that guns were not yet invented in this era. "Ibuprofen? Or do you mean iso-butyl-propanoic-phenolic acid?" The man gasped, stepping back in a chaplinesque way. "H-how could you know this?"
I drew my weapon and took a bead on him. "I am a PART-TIME PHARMACIAN!" I yelled, kicking him in his lizardly balls. The man went down, wetting his Hawaiian shirt with his lizardly tears. His tongue struck out like a snake struggling through a cunnilingus wrestling match. I lowered my weapon to his scaly forehead. "You look ugly without your mask," I said through my gritted teeth. He looked up, a pitiful puppy face. "Et tu, G.I. Joe?" I shot him twice. Once to kill him, a second time to give me more room to shove my dick in. He tried a last, desperate, "COOOOBRAAAAA!" and then was no more. Tonight would be the night G.I. Joe would finally skullfuck the Cobra Commander. |
| I'm feeling bleh right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Tamala a répondu le Tue 9 Oct, 2007 @ 12:39pm |
| Coolness: 165895 | o_O
kinda makes too much sense. |
| I'm feeling laite right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Smurf a répondu le Tue 9 Oct, 2007 @ 12:46pm |
 Coolness: 43255 | If you were a robot, and I knew and you did not, would you want me to tell you? |
| I'm feeling fast right now.. | |
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