You have one sentence to amaze us; make it count.
Hey fuck you; i'm not here to impress your cunt ass.
she got tiddies, BIIG tiddies, i lick the tiddies
I am a stacked eighteen-year-old blonde.
I am also a writer.
Your mother is dead, OPm.
horny moms in your area
A monster hides, not under my bed, but over me, staring and laughing from within the mirrors.
Easy on the soy...
Holden would say this
Can't resist the pussy mate, got to believe in the pus' dude.
One sentence, hm, I don't want to disappoint anyone so I had better make this the best I have, here I go.
A ramshackled Rimbaud wannabe wrote a rancid rag, why can't I stop reading it?
OP is a faggot
If I know anything, it's myself, but even that knowledge is shallow.
fre bobby Shmurda
In the most fundamental analysis of reality, experience/sensation is the only way you attain knowledge, therefore fuck thinking, fuck the theories, just ACT; you will learn and become the best you can be (which is the end goal for us all, I think) because remember: you don’t learn how to drive by studying how the car works, you learn how to drive by DRIVING.
this is dumb lol
what does locke have to do with anything btw
When autism strikes it does so with neither precision nor grace.
One, two, three... making it count, user.
I'm number 1 G.
A legion of horribles, hundreds in number, half naked or clad in costumes attic or biblical or wardrobed out of a fevered dream with the skins of animals and silk finery and pieces of uniform still tracked with the blood of prior owners, coats of slain dragoons, frogged and braided cavalry jackets, one in a stovepipe hat and one with an umbrella and one in white stockings and a bloodstained wedding veil and some in headgear or cranefeathers or rawhide helmets that bore the horns of bull or buffalo and one in a pigeontailed coat worn backwards and otherwise naked and one in the armor of a Spanish conquistador, the breastplate and pauldrons deeply dented with old blows of mace or sabre done in another country by men whose very bones were dust and many with their braids spliced up with the hair of other beasts until they trailed upon the ground and their horses' ears and tails worked with bits of brightly colored cloth and one whose horse's whole head was painted crimson red and all the horsemen's faces gaudy and grotesque with daubings like a company of mounted clowns, death hilarious, all howling in a barbarous tongue and riding down upon them like a horde from a hell more horrible yet than the brimstone land of Christian reckoning, screeching and yammering and clothed in smoke like those vaporous beings in regions beyond right knowing where the eye wanders and the lip jerks and drools.
Simple ideas will dominate their dense counterparts until we are able to reprogram human nature; the novel is destined to die to the simple mediums which it has spawned.
MY DICK'S GOT A HOLE IN IT AND I'M NOT A AFRAID TO USE IT!
niggers tongue my anus
Only works if you are writing to Joe Heller.
horny and bored he passed his days reading many books one after another, saying to himself ‘I’m better than them’
I'm just trying to eat my prosciutto and smoke my cigarettes without the flavors mixing too much.
with dwindling sex drive and ennui he passed his days reading just the right amount of books one in between another, saying to himself, "I'm better than them" and he was pretty much spot on.
you don’t learn how to drive by studying how the car works
yeah man just put someone in the driver's seat that has no idea which pedal is which, when and why to use the gearbox, what the rules of the road are, what to do when their car breaks down, etc.
Yes there are people like this in real driving, but in this analogyacquire this knowledge beforehand lets you prepare yourself to be a 'better' driver. If your analogy were to be taken seriously you would put a first-time driver on the road and say 'JUST ACT BRO' - inevitably leading them to a crash.
The last thought of a man, is but the dawn of none.
my diary desu
the last 'is but the' of man, is but the butt of a gun
oh, this is mine
"One time I drank milk. One time was about twelve seconds ago. This other guy's diary sounds pretty fucking stupid."
Haven't brushed my teeth in weeks, they don't deserve it.
"he doesn't get it"
In the silence from the heralds wrath, the widow chewed her tongue.
this is technically a sentence if I put a period at the end
I sat, sitting - pitting cherries
wiggling my toes at the pirouetting fairies
watching their faces unintent
with one of holy matrimony
concerning the art of divorce
haha no period
He feet, flipping and flopping under the desk furied a fancie upon my dong.
I like this, I can see it on a plaque or quoted on reddit for 'whats one line that can change your life if you hear it right now'
if this was a typo, don't correct it
We were encircled on the valley rocks when the savage rivers cascaded, tired beasts spraying a fine mist of dirt and sweat around their mad descent, emerging from the red fog blood dripped and screaming faces.
there i made it readable for you, mccormcuck.
His muse had left, and his dream has closed and now he fumbles in confusion for fresh clothes.
The space was there so I may fill it with a sentence.
The pits of the lady held a secret zit, and when she raised and cheered, others eyed and sneered.
My brain had an idea unlike any before, a light for fresh and new creavity to bore, but now its empty and my canvas is still white, for now its open to anything I like.
Percival Pippinstock looked at his watch with just enough time to find out that he was much better off than the white rabbit.
Sitting, surrounded by numbers, the math major wished she hadn't enlisted in the jagged art of cosigning an apartment with an architect.
The dark wood, swirled wooden table was scattered with books, open books, and a spoon that was waiting for something to middle-man.
"Could you possibly believe, young man, that we have been surrounded by the brutish natures of the uninformed this entire time, and by definition, have thought themselves clued in to the very thing they have been ardently avoiding since they spat out their first taste of pea mush?"
I found out my eyes were different from other eyes the other day when I looked in the mirror and noticed they were lodged in my own face.
If you're going to commit suicide, remember to do a status update, everyone wants the know on what you're doing if it's interesting!
I eat from paper plates and I dine hanging upside down from the rafters of an abandoned water mill.
anyone welcome to steal these
this idea "just act" comes from a postition that believes in individualism. They forget that humans always learn from each other before they can act on their own and they forget that originallity is mostly the mix of two or more different skills learned from different people. but they hang onto their illusions of individuallity originallity.
Wheat mutagen, sustainer of civilization, oh Demeter, we have seen your destruction, your body floating in a river of taurine and CG, your soul decimated by the metallic hum of a million bitcoin mines.
I write for myself
He was the last man in this world, the door was locked.
ive been global elite for 5 years straight
I have a girlfriend and I’m happy