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The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice.
Although it was cold he was happy in there. It was, after all, his cage.
Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts.
I like this Dinosaur thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
Although he is fierce he is also tender and he is funny.
He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now.
I like this Lovely Other Dinosaur, thought the Dinosaur.
She is beautiful and she is different and she smells so nice.
She is also a free spirit which is a quality I much admire in a dinosaur.
But he can be so distant and so peculiar at times, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
He is also overly fond of things.
Are all Dinosaurs so overly fond of things?
But her mind skips from here to there so quickly thought the Dinosaur.
She is also uncommonly keen on shopping.
Are all Lovely Other Dinosaurs so uncommonly keen on shopping?
I will forgive his peculiarity and his concern for things, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.
For they are part of what makes him a richly charactered individual.
I will forgive her skipping mind and her fondness for shopping, thought the Dinosaur.
For she fills our life with beautiful thoughts and wonderful surprises. Besides,
I am not unkeen on shopping either.
Now the Dinosaur and the Lovely Other Dinosaur are old.
Look at them.
Together they stand on the hill telling each other stories and feeling the warmth of the sun on their backs.
And that, my friends, is how it is with love.
Let us all be Dinosaurs and Lovely Other Dinosaurs together.
For the sun is warm.
And the world is a beautiful place.

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I AINT NO TYPE

No way would these things be considered original. That is what he thought at least. But as any newly administered fashion-goer, he was wrong.

without thinking you say? talent is its own expectation you either live up to it or it waves a hankie, receding forever. Use it or lose it, he say over the newspaper. I’m…I’m just afraid of having a tombstone that says HERE LIES A PROMISING OLD MAN. Potential maybe worse than none, Jim. Than no talent to fritter in the first place, lying around guzzling because I haven’t the balls to…God I’m I’m so sorry Jim. You don’t deserve to see me like this. I’m so scared, Jim. I’m so scared of dying without ever really being seen. Can you understand? Are you enough of a big thin prematurely stooped young bespectacled man, even with your whole life still ahead of you, to understand? Can you see I was giving it all I had?

wow what the fuck is this thread this is so fucking shitty I don't even know how to describe how bad it is

I would rather eat shit and die and shoot myself in the face while driving a bus into the pits of hell with a load of mormons in the back than sit through this thread any more

I don't even know what to type but I have to keep going so I guess I'll keep writing. Why is everything so terrible oh god kill me now

Well how about the nature of the shitzipper carrying steadfast the righteous sasquatch platypus down the stairs. Alarm jimjam the artificial sweetener to the NRA? Indubitably Elton John's scrotum.

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imafuckingnightmaremadeflesh I'll rapeyourlivestockwithmyfivefootdick before disappearingintothenight withyourvaluabhles I'm tougher than yourdad by far and I'll fuckhimintheass if I see him roundhereagaindon'tyoueventhinkaboutcallingmeaqueerboyI'llhaveyouknowit'sadominancething you fuck.

Hey did you know I eat bees, it's true. I pour salt on them and smoke them and eat them and that's all I've eaten for three whole days because they fucked up the honey and I won't be able to sell a single drop of it and I'm so poor

I wish I had a real job but everything is bees, it's fucking horrible my life is nothing but bees fucking bees they're everywhere oh god help me please what did I do to deserve this

There is nothing I can do but accept that my life is nothing but bees and pain because eating bees is horrible because their stingers and venom stabs your mouth and makes it inflamed and it really sucks

I'm allergic to them too so I need to stab myself with epipens while eating bees to live but that rich bitch jacked up the price of them so now I can't afford them and I don't know what I'm going to do, please send me money

It's a sort of David Bowie feeling, where you're just sitting there not doing anything and just sort of feel this overcoming urge to fucking dance, so you get up in the middle of the library and just start fucking dancing and you dance your way all the fucking way to Broadway before you become a washed-up old hack that nobody cares about.

i always get blank when people post this shit fuck you

In my mobilephonewatch pills on the table that i got for free receipt social welfare light bulp too small i'm a robot spoiler spoiler batteries in coffee pot why am i writing this nonsense should buy new tape for my badminton racket and change the what's it called what's it called the web? perhaps not web but you'll know what i mean the old one has gotten bad

I fucking love this one

these are actually finnegans wake, right?

Here we go again on my own. Adele is playing. God damn it mom. I need a job. Why am I sitting on Veeky Forums instead lf trying to Munchausen my way out of here. It took me a week to read Candide. I can't even focus long enough to read entire news articles. Someone should come shoot me in the face.

If I have to hear the women I work with bitch one more time, I may actually stab myself with these trauma shears to prove a point. It may be a bit dramatic, yes, but they must realize that not everything is a crisis and that I'm not their emotional tampon to which they can bitch about the other employees. They mistake my quietness for acceptance when really it's the exact opposite, but I'm too goddamn polite to tell them all to shut the fuck up to their face. At least the job pays decently and I get to see college-age chicks most of the day.

Thanks, OP, that was therapeutic.

IN THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY FUCKING SHIT FACED CUNT FUCKING CHRIST CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR GODDAMN WHORE MOUTH? PLEASE, PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY IN THIS WORLD FUCKING RAPE MY ASSHOLE AND DON'T TALK THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME. WHY CAN YOU NOT FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME YOU BLITHERING RETARD? WHY DO YOU HAVE SUCH TROUBLE HEARING? DO YOU LIVE IN A GLASS BALL? FUCK I BET YOU DO YOU USELESS SACK OF FECAL MATTER. I HOPE YOU GET STABBED WITH JOHN WAYNE'S FUCKING MICRO PENIS YOU RIDICULOUS KEK. I MEAN, JESUS, JUST GET TO FUCKING ME ALREADY. I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO ONE MORE FUCKING MINUTE OF YOUR USELESS, ANNOYING DRIBBLE. IN FACT, NO, DON'T FUCK ME; YOU'RE NOT WORTHY OF FUCKING ME. JUST KILL ME INSTEAD SO I CAN HAUNT FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF FUCKING ETERNITY. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

>tfw you have no idea what the fuck you just wrote

Wherein such salt excuse the tempest passing born quick days and sands of mine do blow the riddle skew t'what moon of my sanguinity in younger minutes bear the flame askance, do not mistake what fallen stars had found in such small chambered ice for what believes you in these equaled hopes of quiet cracks of lonely time. You will abide no more than dust in tempest's passing.

I really want to jerk off right now but I'm too depressed so if I jerk off the memory of the jerking will be one of a depressed jerk

Yeah so sometimes I wonder why jasmine hates me it's pretty weird since at this point I know that if it works out things could be great but then the chances of things working out now are like 1 in a million. But then aren't we supposed to pursue things which are difficult to achieve? Is that not what ambition is? Sure, she's a lesbian and all that but is love only about sex? Because I don't think so, and I'd happily let her cuck me if I got to hold her hand and cuddle with her but hey I'm just a "silly little boy with a silly little crush", aren't I? Fuck off I wish I never met you but unfortunately I'm stuck with these feelings now so what the hell do you expect me to do?

Freud would have a field day with you user.

Far beyond the last reach of Bend and Row down by the river and glen over yonder that one glassy bay lie there in deep loathing but a thought -- simple thought, that thought, a thought of all the passed cycles of moon and sun, conjoined in a disharmonious hell of it's own design. Perhaps it wants death? Nay, it will tell you, it desires nothing more than a life to live at all. Yet as it follows down that Rugged Road to destination so far gone it cannot help but scream in vengeful agony at the life it has lost now and forevermore.

Crossssection at a the other line from the fake transport vehicle, thus it was, a great day. All is well.

head hurts this morning from a long night out. read modiano on the train home last night, but could hardly concentrate on the words. spoke with my father this morning regarding modifications to the apartment in light of his extended absence. haven't had breakfast yet, but am holding out till i feel the dull pulsations in the pit of my stomach coming on. i might take half a vicodin to prolong my hunger- a procedure that works half the time.

Hello, how are you? I am well, thanks for asking. Is your day going well? I think I'm doing that thing that I see in Tolstoy a onetime where he includes general comments a character makes absent context usually set off by ellipsis.

he didn't know how to act but he stopped in the doorway, looked back over the chandelier reflecting on the table below it, and spoke to the woman who stood juxtapoised across the other side of the long, almost cult-like sprawling table from which the reflected image on her side, showed more of the man standing opposite of her had shown to her.

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sorry i'm kind of stoned but it felt pretty cool

bingo limpu on the machicolissuppurate disimburse a fascistic impala, this is disemball the thing withorwithout (worwt) scalpel-and-lips

what pynchon book do I read after The crying of Lot 49

have you ever wondered what kind of life would be like if we had only lived past our normal life spans, just imagine the possibilities that could be achieved if we had some sort of way to expand our knowledge of this universe at a much faster rate than it is being performed at this very moment. why is religion stopping science why is politics stopping science. shouldnt we be trying to expand our knowledge of what it is we are as humans what it means to be alive. i dont understand you people i dont understand life at all. i just want to konw what our reason is here for, i just want to know things.

ok i have a pain in my chest right above my heart it is like a muscular thing as if i had been overexerting is that something to be worried about maybe its back related though like some way i was sleeping i am always afraid of heart attacks or bodily failures i always worry i might drop dead for some cause i could never forsee i worry about lung cancer while i chuff on my cigars i worry about diseases when i eat raw meat and i worry about muggers as i go out at night and killers and rapists and i worry about the cops and surveillance and government who doesn't work for me and terrorists and military invasion i worry about most things and i need a job and i just want to work hard to support myself and live humbly

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The world isnt going to cater to ky needs or desires. I need to work on my art abd stock performance

One day I just want to be in the clouds above all the shit, not weighed down by anything and lowering gifts to the peasants whom are shaped by their immediate problems.

I want to suck the dick of a big craddle fuck uhuhuhuhuhu my life revolves around a revolver and it stinks this music is oblivious korea dick sotowe araso ku na ri wo ye ye cha ri cho ro choripakisara no mori no. Cool music chingum bum good duo music im sorry ya remaki an goodbye games chance remain kubaborimiaki spehvstv

im typing here i go lets see whaddya know its me johnny bee dont you see here i am typing away tippity tappity typing woohoo

Up until "lung cancer", I have exactly that

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I love you Lea and I wish I could see you again and tell you how sorry I am but you live 500 miles away, like that fucking old song says, the one covered by Justin Timberlake and Carey Mulligan for "Inside Llewyn Davis" and honestly I think I might turn out to be a loser like him - Llewyn Davis - and I'm afraid I'll never accomplish my dreams. I had a dream about you last night, it was a dream within a dream, it's seemed a bit cliche. You were there and we were having this formidable romance, then I "woke up" and realized I was just dreaming. I bursted in tears and woke up finally in real life with tears still rolling on my cheeks. I'm sometimes spying on you. I'd be lurking your instagram and your facebook, looking for some references about us. I know that you know that I'm a stalker. Lately I've been wondering why you ceased to make all these references, I guess you got over me. I fucking hate myself. Suicide thoughts are constant. I feel like that fat hispanic guy who was obsessed with Bjork. Just replace Bjork with you. Shit feels cringe-worthy, you know. It's something John Green would write if he was writing about teens who are depressed and have creepy thoughts. Sometimes, I sing Kendrick Lamar's "i" song and replace "love" with "hate" whenever the hook goes on.
I relapsed lately. I avoided pornography for two months and then I came back to it for a few days. I masturbated five or six times a day for a few days and now I'm back on my noporn routine. I hope I won't relapse again. It's obviously not as addictive as heroine or alcohol so I guess I don't have excuses. I became aware of hyperreality, reading Baudrillard and shit but I'm still stuck within it. I still think like a regular guy who exists in the hyperreal.
Last night, I went to my friend's birthday party. I saw that girl who I rejected and felt like I could fall in love with her. She was looking at me like some God. She drove me back home but nothing happened. I expected nothing but I was still disappointed. Sometimes I'm too sentimental about things that are only in my head. But the way she looked at me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the fact that she was taking tons of pictures of me... These were all very real. Well not exactly real. More like "hyperreal" I guess. I find it pretty funny if you ask me. Sometimes I laugh at the most puerile and immature shit. I don't even know if "puerile" exists in the English language, I use it when I speak French, which is my native tongue.
I'm a fucking NEET and I hate myself. I'm a dreamer but men rarely dream, they act. Here's another cringe-worth John Green-like sentence. Jesus. My faith is constantly tested.
I feel like God hates me but the voice of reason inside my head always reminds me that everything shitty that happens to me is my fault and that I need to get the fuck up in order to succeed in something. I keep this mysterious aura, my few friends don't really know me but if they did, they'd run away.

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The words flow out of my fingertips like flowers or water or maybe a good evening on summer at a nice beach. You know, writing shit is hard, not thinking is hard, living is just eternal pain and Veeky Forums is just my favorite escapist website ever created just because i don't know who is the miserable person i'm talking to.
Another paragraf. How can i replace something that never was? I'm disilutioned of the real world, of the modern world, of the retarded reality that God created for us (implying there is a god tho). Mathematicvs are really fun, i like to gaze at those relation between abstracts numbers because they make me feel like the world is not a complete fucking mess.

text you stupid fucking whore text me text me text me text me

We are going to the pool and also DFW bananas crepes hahahaahahahaahaimstalling ok done now around me the contruction dudes are laying tile in my house and its pretty loud so i am using headphones hey nice ice cream jimmy fallon

I watch such dumb TV sometimes. Shit like "Child Genius" and "The World's Strictest Parents" and "My Mad Fat Diary" and it doesn't even make me feel good, the first especially. But I get addicted to series and I NEED to watch them no matter how detrimental they are to other areas of my life. Just like how I watched Dexter instead of revising for my GCSEs. Just like how I got addicted to Dofus when I started my AS levels..
I've always been addicted to thinking but I can't even use that to my advantage because I went and got into a bloody existential crisis in first year uni, didn't I, and I'm interested in too much to focus on physics; I just can't focus on one thing, it fucking kills me.

i hate my fucking self and this lfifee andit will all be over sooon and yes yes im ugly im ugly imugly i fuck fuck fuck FUCK PEOPLE FUCK THE World i doint like livijng things ROFLLLL Im razy

Up to the tops of boating rigs, the smokehead masts of commercial freighters all spread out like the webs between lizard claws and the fingers of Chernobyl victims.

I'm 21 and still haven't ever done anything interesting or adventurous in my life.

I feel like I've wasted my whole life and I'm just a kid.

Not much to say, really. I think I am now done with this exercise.

yeah well, 21, it's pretty much over at this point

boring fuck

my life is a never ending discourse of superquantum skeletons in my refrigeration closet. one day i'll be a skeleton on mars with my own closet of skeleton friends to be cold with and talk about spaghetti skeletons. quantum dynamic thrust frustrating jelly moulds on the moon, not a bad passtime. meditation on karma, dharma, farmer, llama, is the essense of rhyming jingo jiveness. all the cool cats agree.

A squirrel goes nuts in an interesting fashion, while an otter is otterly confused and a whale feels whole while wailing on the wailing caused by whaling Japanese. Color describes mood yet means nothing, philosophy is pointless unless you're a ruler, women are important but superficial, words only have meaning you assign to them in your brain; how does that happen? Where exactly do symbols on a page get converted into thoughts and ideas in the brain? Drugs have become a culture as our society has become more decadent. The more you think, the unhappier you'll be; this is because self awareness is evolutionarily nonviable, meaning that all of our art and philosophy is inherently meaningless, and anything we meet out in space will likely be nonsentient because it is inefficient.

That took a turn.

Do you think, do you really think you can gent an insight about the world just by asking people? Do you think, do you really think there is something which could be really important to know? And, at last, do you think you can live this life without ever being chopped down? Think about it, think

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But OP, Kerouac already wrote "On the Road".

I woke up this morning I figured id call in case in not here tomorrow im hoping that i can borrow a piece of mind on behind of whats really important my mind is really distorted i find nothing but trouble in my life im confident you believe in a dream this thing we call ghetto is quite a rutine and what happened last night was just another distraction or a reaction on what we consider madness you went outside and heard my brother cry for help held him like a new born baby and made him feel like everything was alright but the type of bullet that stuck had gone against his will as blood spilled on your hands my plans were rather vindictive, everybody is a victim when i ride its a murderous rythm outside became pitch black a demon glued to my back said get em i got em and i aint give a fuck the same mentality I told my brother not to duck- time for lunch

A goodnproportion of my life resumes of thoughts about not wanting to stay alone even though I have a pretty good life i dont get the urge to stay around people, i do have friends but the best part of the day is when at night i go to the balcony and look at the empty street, i also have autism

fuck, really?

Mental illness is an unrecognisably slow form of suicide and I am so tired of waiting to reach the last stop on this one-way train

too many commas

cHing chong bing bong, i hop on da white man's dick all de day rong. holla, holla, holla, back at the halcyon days in which we roamded fro dick nigger fuckers and shut the fuck up i swear to god, please kill me, i just want to die. it doesn't matter anymore. ou know i walked tenthousand miles adn no one gave a hoot, hahahahahahahahaha, but wait what heretofor is this, gentler beats caress and bust my ass through the goddam nwinda which signs like the godadamn ivirgin mary

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i dont know if the side effects are worse than not benig so paranoid anymore, i dont know f they are really helping or if im pretending they are, its been over a month nowand the dosage keeps increasing is it too stereotypically paranoid to think that your psychiatrist is trying to poison you i havent gotten up from my bed for many days and i forgot to count i cant count anymore i nfact, a spider is right above me i but i dont want to get up
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And I just want to hold you without thinking of the implications and to be near you without having to worry, and I just want love to be innocent again, or really I wish I didn't have to fear these things, that I won't have to ask myself "Am I pleasing you - is this working" or that I won't have to hide myself in so many layers of insincerity that I might you appeal, and I just want to be able to talk about what you like, and I just want to find people who like what I like, and I guess I just want love to be love again.

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Good gracious I really need to think quickly before I get burnt by the man in the long black coat please leave me alone I am a fan of burgundy as a color and as a concept if I was an invisible superhero I could hide from my problems and the draft.

Come one come all let us all enjoy this night to be among the best to clear out all academies known to man. Please don't forget your belongings. Ever since that event he has changed forever. Now, let's not be silly, for the orangutans are on our backs. We are unto something now. Let's try to solve this like men. Do you even care? How about you stop? Let's all go to that special place where we can be whoever we are not.

The preacher looked so baffled when I turned round and said "You got 15 dolls of jesus' momma and ain't none got a head" So I ran right down to the corner store looking for a barber and a cheap whore. I grabbed my waistcoat bout this time covered in holy water in unholy ways, lifted my feet and began to fly away. The highwaymen saw me in this god awful state, calling me out on a godforsaken state, I raised my cup to them asking for a friend, the only thing I got however was scorn in the end. After that sad encounter I flicked the cashier, asking him for directions and his finest kind of beer, what he lacked in conversation he made up for in teeth, which creeped me out so I tried to make it brief. I walked outside with a belly full of rum and didn't see the truck and didn't expect it to come.

but i need you, my internet monkeys!

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I'm really fucking pissed off that there's not a fence. Why, if for o ly there were a fence... i could be happy...! God damn it, those chimneys and I. We don't get a long. I feel insane, like Don Kwikke and his windmillos. Fuck him and fuck hism. Kill me or die. You got it. You're welcome. thank you.

¿Para qué, si no me vais a entender, porque pienso en español?

this is not a random text
its called hypnagogic hallucination, when you hear seemingly random sentences in your head. it happens before you fall asleep. if you are tired enough, you can hear it sometimes.

Porque otros sí te entendemos, imbécil :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd

I am haunted by the memory of my ancestors, as it moves past me like a gust of wind, a ghost that is ever present, ever fleeting.

I like big dicks in my ass oh jesus please rim me

NIGGER FAGGOT FUCK MY ASS DICK CUNT

I really wish I were not stuck on this Amtrak train right now, we've been sitting here in this for what feels like 20 minutes waiting for a track to clear up so we can enter penn station. The car I'm in is way over air-conditioned and it smells like gasoline. I'm cold, my feet hurt, I wanna get off of this train, oh good we're moving. Thanks for the fun thread OP.

I MUST HAVE READ A THOUSAND FACES

I dont understand why I didn't do anything all of my life thus far
and then you say this is the first day of the end of your life
but then the enxt day comes and you cant stop thinking about the past
and he past continues you t haunt

Willard Smith enamored with John Green, wanted to copulate with her and no one else. Lamentably for Willard Smith, John Green was not partial to him as he with her. And so he became frustrated forever. And so he did not meet with correctitude in his mind on occasion, and during these junctures he conducted inane deeds. On this stellar day he decided to indict a letter to his meal ticket. Some scholars made the argument, counter to post-colonial theory, that the misery of being exploited by the capitalistic ventures of imperialism and colonialism were nothing compared to the misery of not being exploited at all. This was a view with which Willard Smith fervently disagreed, a strange White Man’s Burden justification for the exploitation of marginalized groups: the same justification that had caused his black ancestors to be enslaved by the white man centuries ago, though without their blood, sweat and tears in captivity, under the whip of the white man, Willard Smith would never had emerged as one of America’s greatest rappers, actors and licensed scientologists. Without that grim and brutal history of slavery his son, the great and prodigious young philosopher Jaden Smith, would likely never have even been born.

i cant believe i got myself a potential lit gf. i cant believe i keep fucking things up with her. am i doing this so i can go back to the brainless chicks?
i need to grow up

Life is shit
Life is shit
The world is shit
The world is shit

Gene Wilder is dead everything sucks I hate /pol/I can't wait for the future where everyone looks back in this period of time with disdain like we look back at 2002-2006

I can't exactly type if there is absolutely nothing on my mind at all times. There's no point in trying to tell anyone anything.

fuck ytou

I am as well as the first time in the morning and I will be a good time to time and money to pay for the land of the most important thing is that the more I think I can do it for the land of the most important thing

Fuck my life blows, why is everything going downhill so fast. Nothing makes sense and I can't seem to figure out why. I can't even keep anib, try to act like I'm a fake at my own job but for some reason no one is noticing. If I lose now I lose everything my family, my mom might die I hate my dad. I just want this to end, please make this end.

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>businessinsider wrote an article on yudkoswky
i fed up with this world