Things that happen

Then he walked through the door. He was outside. Towards the truck, he went. Then he went back to the place he came from. Things occurred. Many feelings that could be described at this point. Looking back we all learned a lot. That I can tell you.

When he got back it was different. So many occurrences changed other things. Going forward it will be like the time he was going over to the place they used to hang out at. But now nobody is there and it makes him feel things.

take my money

Driving south. Bland green and brown, passing by, he is going south. As his vehicle stops it is at a place that matters. Things that matter to him are explained and elucidated. He is not happy and neither are you or me. Now it is not the time and he knows that you are not even watching anymore and they don't know he still is.

Deconstruct this, Derrida. You fucking asshole

Shit garbage I wouldn't wipe my ass with.

>THINGS NIGGA, AND STUFF
>I SAW SHIT MY NIGGA
>THINGS AND STUFF
wow 10/10 thread OP emotive and real

He picked up the order and walked to his car. October, the first real cold of the year. He zipped up his jacket. It was a familiar address. He turned right out of the parking lot.

...

They were conducting diagnostics. He was too. But he did not do good. He than went home and played starcraft. He did not have online. But burgers were being cooked. It was fall.

...

Than he brushed his teeth. He went into his room. He lied down in the bed. Frasier played on the 13 inch screen that sat in the corner of the room.

You are really bad at prose. You may as well be writing a comic book if you have to separate every single action.

Nice sentence, retard.

Fite me IRL faggort

I don't want to. We would probably be good friends if we met.

You really think I would make friends with an insufferable "I am right" faggot piece of shit?

No, you are submissive. I would be making friends with you. Because I can see things I can gain from you.

But I've already bested you Weak Humanling, nice try though.

Oh the strings we weave... Clearly I have bested you. But I only hope you don't seep into the floorboard like the other shit that drains from my stretched and aged hindquarters.

You leave my mind wringing like Highschool G-strings
Dripping wet with no feeling
Just BS meta-lyrics appealing to no meaning
You niggas like to think that you got some measly
minds like your rhymes
have some minds
about how you suffer but it's just another line
without any sort of fucking fine (sense) sets
of lyrics like you're worth it
Lick of works like
You set uh-pon
like a path of (buddha)
Set-upon
a path of no-man

Yeah I got some things that might mean things.
But I won't include you into their meanings. I am just writing things this evening. People drop by and share their things. If it ever be this big it might bring things, upon this porch to bring me things.

You have NO "things" like so many have nothing,
Watch like how nothing leaves something
leaving love in piles of nothing
watch me
dig up Ahab
and piles of guts in your thing
in what you watch
in what you know me
You remember not what showed me

Yeah nothing seems like my thing
Waiting for something to be nothing
Piles of trash, things that used to matter
These days, nothing, battered.

what a strange thread

He was walking down a path. Pine trees, and trees with broad leafs, to his left and right. Continuing forward, through the space that existed. It is not the same now. The things that mattered are now nothing, to them. But they happened. They remember.

In what was once thought,
but what is, what mattered?
Piles of me
Ashes of we
Mixed up like I could see
Eternity
Seen only of seconds
between you and me

I thought, back then
my life, so simple
I was there
So were you
Here we are
As it was
Being here
Here we are

I never though it was
as once was thought
that it could be so simple
yet it was not
That I would be just another
In your path
That I would not have
Another's wrath

Another's wrath
Yes, that is something
Years ago
But still remaining
in my mind
through the years

Like so many
memories
plaguing my mind
every night
in a fantasy life
too real to be trite
from the stories that I write
that reveal themselves
to be right
when I find the slightest light
in their inkling of right

We remember
always
mountains, hills, fields, and
forest
We exist, throughout
Without, they remain
We do not, after awhile

It was a hot summer day and I was in my workout room benching 1200 pounds. My abs were flexing and girls within a 10 mile radius were getting wet. Once I was done with my daily 32 hour workout I called one of the bitches I know, Jessica. She is really damn hot and looks like a supermodel. SO I got into my Lamborghini Gallardo and revved it up to 40,000 RPM (this is an Italian import with special engine system). I got onto the freeway near my house and threw it into 8th gear, I hit about 600 mph and I could hear the sonic boom as I broke the sound barrier. As I was flooring it on the freeway like a bad ass, Jessica called me and said she wanted me to phuck her. So be it.
I came to a full stop from 700 mph in front of her house. These Ferrari's have top notch brakes, you know. So she gets out of the house and walks up to my Bugatti and starts eyeballing my dick. I could tell she was staring at it because when I looked at her I noticed she was looking at my dick. Booya.
Flash forward 10 minutes later. My 30 inch dick is going inside of her VAGINA, hitting them walls. I'm holding her entire body up with my left pinky as I'm phucking her and she has 30,000 orgasms. She looks me in the eyes and she says "harder." V-TEC just kicked in, yo. I blow my load so hard she falls off my dick. There had to have been about two pints of cum everywhere. People say I cum like a pornstar, I wouldn't disagree with them.
I throw her a towel so she can clean herself up then I do a triple backflip into my Maserati and drive home.

>Then he walked through the door.
>Get on the floor
>Everybody walk the dinosaur

Then he woke up.

lmao

Why?