Experimental WordPad Thread

In this thread: post is added to a WordPad document as a paragraph. The following conditions can change what the WordPad document says

If a post is less than three words long: it will not appear on the WordPad

Putting a word in &and signs& changes all words of the same spelling in the document to the name of the document

If a post ends in double numbers: the third word in that post becomes the title of the WordPad document's name

The default name of the WordPad document is Veeky Forums; at the end of the thread there'll be a pastebin containing the whole writing.

Ok go

Other urls found in this thread:

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Could you make whatever you're talking about simpler, because I couldn't understand it.

Every post gets turned into a paragraph in a Wordpad document if it is posted in this thread; I'll delete it afterwards because I don't want to plagiarise, but I wanted to see what would happen

Also: putting a word between && changes all words that are spelt the same into the name of the WordPad document.

The name of the WordPad document changes every time someone has a post No. that ends in two of the same numbers or more, like dubs

Then once never for forgotten we only no not can see then once forever when yes ok and for more some twice not yes always ok and maybe

Fortuna, clandestine adolesence spills poregy reconciliation betwixt the momories of minerva, wandering sideways abungst the stratso spherica, epilogous, canal alagus, federicio,

A mon gate, the bells, the whistles, K. put.
Smut, smuckery.

Enter. Dawn. Always. Again.
riverside the banquets worry a bit like fish used to ponds. the stream calls. the wind answers. how many harmonies... really.

dis servce. dissonance. Sonic. and sound? how many energies?

Enter; Martuvious.

Hello! I have approached the market place, and the sand seems to be blowing everywhere. My cloak is made to protect thee, being me. Not to mention dagger, sharpened on more than stone. And how much for you talons? And bread? And we shall do this daily? For how long?

Enter; Affi David

Yes. It seems, I have been bequeethed. Or is it, spectacled. Or seeched. Yes, I see the sun, who one couldnt? Yes, the moon looks fine tonight, as always. A cosmic pull.

Enter; Remonia

Hello, how are we! Enter, desdemona!

Enter; Desdemona
Yes! let us run to the woods tonight?

No. We do not feel like that tonight, des. It is a bit chilly, though we do have our favorite speckled robes, we would rather wait by the temple walls, today, we think.

Enter; Barbotiono
Hello my lovelies! What are we to drink? And sup?

Virael, stands on the table round.

O, Hell! What time stands before it, and as if it never started, make it stop? Though it is, just my stomach grumbling. And how long I long to run! oh and the water too! whether sea or river or pond or pool, how I love them so! too much time I want them! to swim! to lay! tommorow! Today!

Elron; enters.

Elron grabs Desdiminia and sways her towards the moon, on the table, they dance, and mime the acts of sex.

Everything is Great, now and only for forever! and only for great, and Greater! more! we want more! more! give us more! let us get more! let us make more!

They dance, and sing, and the goblets clink and clank, and the sup is suplicated, and the rhythems of the bird and tree bristled wind, sing to sweet heaven a reverie, of the eternal day, and eternal night.

Enter; Romulous

Snarling. But we are so close, we can taste it, our tongue is burning with eternity. Our lips are suckling the golden thumb. Our saliva is singing, the chorus of a Shillion Angles, an etched allongue, I am a dragon wolf tiger owl sun star moon lion shark whale hawk demon angel bug bird. I am a robotic computer. I am a castle and a mud hut. I am 10,000 villages and 10 trillion villagers. I am the whisky whispers of the sun light sparkling on the airs dangly cascade of orange oh and fuck dammit think of all the colors. think of all the colors, will you. I am crying now. tearing more like. and I do mean, tearing. Like paper, tearing, onto paper, wet drops form from my eyes. the Mount of Tant. the Lizing of Tant. I run faster than you! I climb higher than you! I jump farther than you! I fuck longer than you! let us go! and never! still startling stop. always never now slowly fast! We can fucking taste it. And the beasts belly growls. And the beasts belly roars. And out it comes from my mouth. The smoke is sating. The fire is reckless and never satisfied. The fire is hunger itself. The fire is life and love. The fire is death. Let us not forget though, of earth, water and air. But we can taste it, and it is too much, to dangle the steak affront the tiger. It is too little too much. The saliva begs. We listen to the heart, but much more, we listen to the saliva, begging. Begging to break down, break down to build us. And what is spirit made of. What is fire made of. We cannot be only fire. And when out of that which to flame it is so easily not. Though then the Sun scoffs at this. But then the Sun doesnt look all that fun to me. Quite boring really. Yes, magnificent, yes, all powerful... but without even hands? What really may be the use? We can fucking taste it. But like a flame without its food, we are fading. No, we are not. There is the water, and it soothes us. Our eyes see much past. Our eyes see far past. And far near. Again, with the saliva. To sate it, how?

Enter; Lork Artimist

What now then! My lovely Lover! My lovely Brother! My lovely Friend! What now, when time is so long, and the heart beats so fast still? When time is so long and the mind is so quick, and all there is to do is fill it with fancies...and think. And do! too. What now. When we have our nightly feast. And our morning, in the mist, in the sun, the warmth tickling the lovely air, and we stand in the warm cool fog and breathe deep and time is long and we stand well strong there and listen to the birds and the neighbors flute and horn and see the smoking chimney and hear the strings harmony and the distant boat on the distant shore blows its borne and we are satisfied in our home but we want more, what now then? And we see the mountains more than over yonder and we want more and we see past them and we see more and we climb them and see more and want more, what now, and what then?

>putting a word between && changes all words that are spelt the same into the name of the
For future reference, when giving directions and rules for something like this, especially when someone says they dont think its clear to them at least; offering an example is always helpful.

All the words spelt the same?

So if I have a sentence like; if I &have& a sentence like, if I &have& a sentence like this..

have would be the title of the doc?

&our& lust was what we hoped &We Were&

&lovely& love ever into death

The post below this one is false.

Would these posts count toward the document? Just as these sentences are written? This post entire should be factored into the equation.

Why delete the document, especially in regards to plagiarization. Furthermore, the spelling, plot, and automation would have made something completely unique. The threat of deletion is still made redundant wherein you will be showing the whole the writing at the end of the thread. (Would not the thread end before you had an opportunity to post?)

Alas! What is &this& madness.

Exunt.

Indicative of lovely to be so obtuse. Lovely withholding lovely is the essence of essence.

also dude, thanks for making this thread, because for whatever reason, it inspired me to write what I did, and I am more than less proud and psyched on what I wrote. At first the thread angered me, because the OP seemed crazy, and as others said, unnecessarily confusing, so I was just gonna fuck around, but I guess I ate a nice dinner (tacos) had a clementine as desert, and just went into the zone. Cheers.

Why must you bring Death into this, pietro

Sorry; I explained quite poorly. For example:

I'm a fragilistic man

Using the &fragilistic& enclosed in &s would cause every word that is spelt "fragilistic" to change into the title of the document.

The last person to roll dubs or higher was Idiot, with "gets" as the third word of the post, and so the document is named "gets". Which means: all earlier "fragilistics" get turned into "gets" if it gets enclosed in &s.

All later "fragilistics", then, stay the same, because it only affects "fragilistics" that were typed before the enclosed &fragilistics&

Also, as a rule: the spelt word has to be surrounded by gaps and not other words, so "rfragilistics" wouldn't be affected but "fragilistics" would

Savoury tangerine noise expounded the surface of the table with pernicious and assiduous thumps,organized to the atonal unison that encroached on the thin belt of melody. Poignancy of the agentwas not catalysed to be cognizant without exuding somewhat peculiar judgements, and the frustration zipped out of the machine as if it was of the flavours of discarded paraphernalia; alas, this did not escort the man to fury, or at least wasn't outside of that categorization,and wielding the notorious pitchfork binding him to this unpalletable crisis of wave-tones. Superfluously spicy was this paprika-appreciation flying through the air that it seemed borged withevery living intention, and even every intention that was next to living; for a brief moment whatabsconded time by accident could embody the music, and not hear or see or touch again, but be the insight and the interior touch. This savoury tangerine provided the very anticipation of colour.

These people are the interpreters and
conossieurs of the industry and rampant efficiency cities shoves down their throat. The studier of botany waits around in his airborne armchair on the cusp of the boardwalk, sailing around on office wheels: he is one of them

The caliber of ex was pruficient in distributing the mony of all, let us rejoice says the shine perpetuating ceremoniously.

and when the gates are opened what shall flourish

and when the pewter mass is polished to a bronzen gold what hues hues shall be seen reflected in the inner eyes inner mirror

and when tenfold tenfoldedness is halved by twice tenfolded tenfoldedness how many shapes and colors by or by not design will be rosen to be placed on the great alter of divine

dividends divided without end
the faithful weep in blissful agony
the petulant woe in painful joy
the rabid breathe with heavy artillery
caressing the intimate textures of lontef, and chivalry, asiatics in armor, triple edged swords, a heap of carc ass piled high so that the suns flames may lick the rotton flesh of all that could not stand, and lay, and jump and rest, the light of the Many Ever Golden Ones

and whats a bruised apple, or banan, to a rib or lung, and what is fullness to leaking, how to feel your cells squeals and yips for joy, as your cosmic ancient beauticianry is inherently decadent for good of you and all

let us praise and swear to the God of Muscle. Ancient vortex of sin and strength. How many possible gears and joints are there? I dont know but id like to wait around to find out.

Would I like a prism as my prison? It depends what kind of light, one my say or ask, and expediently, and exudiantly, how to capture the subtle sands of innumerable shape and type, in the Holy Spirits Chamber, The Museum of All Time, to rest ones head on ones arm while in their favorite stool reclined and say; yes, I do recall, that amount of bliss for that amount of time, but, let us have more, oh cant we have more? I promise I will be better this time.

No problem; I'm enjoying the prose and it's quite inspirational for an amateur like me

Thanks for the compliment, I muchly appreaciate your appreciation, and hopefully after some lunch, will be inspired to produce another efugulation (tried to think of a sexy word... emanation... didnt want to say spewing... efligation, didnt want to say production, another... excitation... didnt want to say that... another.,, yeah dont know) And change your name, your not an idiot bro, I liked your prose up there too with the tangerine, false humility is almost maybe actually worse than false confidence.

I have read all your instructional posts but still have no idea what this is

Posting herE for posterity.
I WAS HERE!!! LOOK, MUM!!! HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sure why not any space for praticing my writing is welcome
Today I woke up early
Delighted by early sun
Coming out of sky without clouds and nicr clean air
I made coffee and drank it slowly-it was without sugar
I felt truly happy
Then I remembered my life is forever ruined and they probably will never give me money to move
Still its good day and i shouldnt be bitchig because things only can get better and i can myself get money to move in few years
Yes i should have killed myself but this is something too and have to make most of it

That last part
>Yes i should have...
/humanity

Hi mommy it's me. I made it onto a shitty Veeky Forums project thing that probably won't go anywhere. Do I disappoint you?

ok let's play
In this thread: post is added to a WordPad document as a paragraph. The following conditions can change what the &WordPad& document says

If a post is less than three words long: it will not appear on the WordPad

Putting a word &in& &and& &signs& changes all words of the same spelling in the document to the name of the document

If a post ends in double numbers: the third word in that post becomes the title of the WordPad document's name

The default name of the WordPad document is Veeky Forums; at the end of the thread there'll be a pastebin containing the whole writing.

Ok go

Maybe if (you) autistic edgelord nerds could look &at& a cute girl without telling her you want to lick her feet, or see her butthole, or say that her hymen is fully intact, and how &you& want to be her little baby tampon boy, &or& slip references to Big Black Cock into every other comment.
&I& fucking hate you all for real.
You're the worst.
I hope you feel &bad&.

&and& and of and of and but so

if we are just replacing the words do we have to include more than three words

also when a dub post with a third word occurs does that just change the title or does it change all previous &xxx& substitutions to that word

also are you compiling this by hand did you make a script--can we see the results so far

and peek of holed butt I did,
and lick of foot I lapped
I interrogated on her hymen
and begged me in her vagina wrap
not unlike a baby tampon fella
and finally whispered to her
of things of lots of cocks in fact,
particularly those of black

and for my effort I was paid?
not but real hate, worst wishes,
bad fells

She thought she were to have a babby
but the doc when he did grabby
what was in out in the labby,
not tampon, but tampon babby

Well @realDonaldTrump, at least I will go down as a president!

Ooga booga if if if uhh uhh ahh ahh if if if

Okie doke!

'Shove harder, Michael!'
One could hear the tender screaming of ex-president Obonga from almost a mile away as his wife continued to force her big black cock deep into the tight asshole of the former Commander in Chief.

I feel really uncomfortable saving this on my computer after this
Sure: allow me to capture the screen. It changes all previous &xxx& substitutions to that word

Would you like a physical document?

Also I'll change my name to anonymous like Trippy recommended

&ban &auto& &dug&

dude yours is fucking awesome,

Did you joke with the is it called long s?

I dont mind you having it and adding as much writing as you want, as long as you credit us (is that sensible? pointless? silly? crazy?(included in the money way if that ever occurs?)

By posting TAMPON in this thread you are essentially consenting to whatever it is the OP is doing. Maybe you should &have& thought &of& that before posting.

>I dont mind you having it and adding as much writing as you want, as long as you credit us (is that sensible? pointless? silly? crazy?(included in the money way if that ever occurs?)

(I don't think this will make money; some of the writing is good and some of the writing looks like it was written as a joke, and everything's smushed together. Maybe a clean-up thread/session after this to make it more palletable)
(If it does make money, though, the writers here can have all of it)

I'll credit you, of course. Would you like to be credited as Anonymous or by some other nickname?

Apparently he jumped in a pack of marlboro's, burned a lin que emblem into his arm. He went up and up, crimson vomit -virgin snowdrift- he got ugly, got lost, and got &laid& .

You've convinced me. A deluge of passion floods my fool eyes. A path once concealed in congealed clots of maiden blood is now calling me. I was born to be a tampon babby.

moth skeleton
scoop cut turtleneck
12 -page haiku

Dude youre all good bro, write more

pastebin.com/RR8ifvDg
Here's the story as of 7 'o' clock, Anonymize- I mean, Anonymous

&sex&
The indelible shifting of the misty black angstroms was perfect - phasing qualia resembled a leaping gas lamp in the noisiness of the particles' gambol, chasing after spiders and architectural screws. All he could do was look at them, considering how much of a slump was triggered by the night.

>a joke, and everyt
I think the writing you object to, is good and great, and fine and dandy, I think it adds a great touch, and it is the real results of a real person, I think it adds decoration, color, flavor, I think it makes it better, like how the earth has bugs, and many different species, veriatys of veritas

>Would you like to be credited as Anonymous or by some other nickname?
Trippy or Tripp or Aye (should be akas instead of the ors I geuss) aka Dern aka Dern Diggity, aka fresh cucumber aka yung healthy glazed honey bun

Remember Opie- don't listen to Tara, she doesn't know Jax shit: the movie The Raid Redemption is garbage.

yo suph wid id daddio

oy...Be Good. o ye, b gud. Oh ya, bged. Oye bee goud, oo bbee ggoooodd, gud gud.

Stop pushing sensitive buttons. You are smart. You are good. You are passionate. Focus. Be clear. Be purposeful. Be right. Be Righteous. Dont be petty. Be Big. Be Small. Dont be small. Be Good, as you are. Be Well, Friend.

Life can be so good and fun, even writing this, even talking, is so nice. So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything.

So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything.

Like right now, everything has settled. It is like there is no time. All is peaceful and quite. Still. Perfect. Everything is nice now. I just which I could say the same for all who want such.

Its indescribably beautiful. This single moment. All moments are just the continuations of the minutest moment. All that is done is to celebrate this. Is to express and prove the love of this. The value of even one, let alone 100 years worth. Let alone 1000, much more. As we know. All art, all goodness, all love and family, and friends, all actions, and beauty, and fun, and happiness. Its all made of these tiniest moments. And there is so much good in even this little one. And then how many of these little ones, even go into a well spent hour. And we get years. and years. :)

Think about a tremendously beautiful song. You could not get tired listening to a million times. And how much beauty is contained in even 10 seconds of it. Think of a minute in your lovers eyes.

So many people want, sometimes as much as anything, to speak unadulterated, to just let it all out, anything, everything. With Actions, with Words. What do we want? Why? Things are difficult... They cant be easy, how easy? For everyone, always, all the time? And to compare, and judge everything, always, all the time. It cant be a loose mess... Much consolidated energy, even in an atom, and how many in a body, so even in a person, and how many of them can come together, to do how much when of why what?

And the world is only how much, how long? And these groups want how much, and how to get it? What should be wanted, what should be got, why how? Lots of people work lots of often lots of ways of lots of hard and this creates lots of great and lots of good. Think of how much Good exists in the world. Not just little levels. Not just an imaculate house, or a beach town, or a cottage in the woods. Not just 1 motorcycle, or boat for cruise. Not just 5 sharks. Not just a few dogs. Not just a pond, a rainbow, a rainstorm, a sunshine, a lightbulb, a mountain, a ravine, a horse, a forrest, a flower, a castle, a temple, a planet, a lightning, a love fest, an awesome makeage, a radical opportunity, a trancendent marvelation, how large is a town, how large is the world, the universe, baby, Love it, Dig it.

youtube.com/watch?v=lBqwAGj5fDA

youtube.com/watch?v=lqk4bcnBqls

youtube.com/watch?v=sRsCZ38jOSc

youtube.com/watch?v=SWxMmMxmpTc

youtube.com/watch?v=Gtg8Gi11nic

youtube.com/watch?v=MO0pUXNb2so

youtube.com/watch?v=pD59nWEi4GI

youtube.com/watch?v=bXmOCqe6om8

youtube.com/watch?v=LhInwkq4nAw

trip daddy, trip da da, aka go take a hike,
youtube.com/watch?v=EVqbl95Ezv4

youtube.com/watch?v=SzQTauydktA

youtube.com/watch?v=SXLOF-z5Zlk

obama says he likes 100 years of solitude but what he doesn't realise is that he is one of the persons the book complains about

Trew purple,
youtube.com/watch?v=iHlJhuS_3TA
49:00

youtube.com/watch?v=TXGqsyBtq38

Die Fahne hoch!
Die Reihen dicht geschlossen!
SA marschiert
Mit ruhig festem Schritt
Kam'raden, die Rotfront
Und Reaktion erschossen,
Marschier'n im Geist
In unser'n Reihen mit :|

Die Straße frei
Den braunen Bataillonen,
Die Straße frei
Dem Sturmabteilungsmann!
Es schau'n aufs Hakenkreuz
Voll Hoffnung schon Millionen
Der Tag für Freiheit
Und für Brot bricht an :|

Zum letzten Mal
Wird zum Appell geblasen!
Zum Kampfe steh'n
Wir alle schon bereit.
Bald flattern Hitlerfahnen
Über allen Straßen.
Die Knechtschaft dauert
Nur noch kurze Zeit! :|

Die Fahne senkt!
Horst Wessel ist erschossen!
In unser'm Herzen
nur noch wach er lebt,
Dein rotes Blut, Kamerad,
Ist nicht umsonst geflossen,
D'rum doppelt hoch
Die Freiheitsfahne hebt!

dank bamp

The flag high! The items are closed! Marches with quiet a firm step came ' raden, Rotfront and reaction shot, marching ' n in the spirit in our ' n elements with the road the brown scales, the road of the storm department man! It Sight ' n on the full of hope had millions of day for freedom and for bread breaks at the last time is the complaint fans!!!!! To Stand ' n we all have already finished.

>but I guess I ate a nice dinner (tacos) had a clementine as desert, and just went into the zone
I dont recommend this combo either by the way, my stomach was not the happiest for a few hours after that one

That's strange; sometimes I squeeze clementine juice into tacos and I don't get frustrated stomach at all

&i am 76 and what is this&
&desu&

my dad does lime, ensures and ensues and pursues and peruse in peru

>my dad does lime, ensures and ensues and pursues and peruse in peru
in igloos, made of new glue from peru into anew knew you do too sue so blue moo mew to dew rue ruse you tube boo boom loom lou loo beaut tit full)

when I first started writing that sentence one of the points I wanted to hit, words I wanted to use was , insists, (and then maybe that implies for this meaninglessness, persists) but even if I used the most minorest amount of other thought to think of the other words in order, by the time I finished I forgot to include it

Purple Truth, Purple Purpatration, Popostoros Puretrititity, Truw, Trew, trewe purple penetration, Pup Master
dern daddy, dern baby dern

B
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The ways in which you could weigh his density were possibly circular. Wheels split the density betwixt the ground like the resonant frequency of pathogen; he writhed over the veal-like mud like a disenchanted fetus.

All sooner than his intentions could catch up with: the air was narrow and suffocating like a ventilated, ovular canal. His breath concealed, and made unavailable, the breadth of intentions he could set himself

&*burps*&

Now &Sin& is done, let’s leave the heroic slain
And Orphic grue decanting on the waves
To see if we, by &fake& light on woodgrain,
Can gather back obscurer shades and nameless graves.

Mauger physique, my inaccessible
Bundle of Clouds, between screenlight and pitch
To find grey Waste and there to toll the bell,
Thrusting the peacock’s scream and eyes back on the Bitch—

O to revive dire words when direness
Drips out an aged ear and freezes Fate!—
We go like thousands before to transgress,
Though knowing neither God nor Homer sit in state.

Standing where the roadway once and pavements grey
Tortured the mind of Man, we sing a Hymn to tortured Day.

Here is my unguided attempt at a shallow summary in Japanese of The Sound of Waves by Mishima Yukio:

「潮騒」は 三島由紀夫の十さつ本です。日本語で1954年に書き表しまして、英語で 1956年に書き表しました。発売のさいじは有意義。十一年前に、第二次世界大戦は終わりましたから、日本人はまだ戦争の影響を考えました。それなのに、「潮騒」に、三島さんは戦争をあまり時及びませんでした。潮騒の恋物語は離島で起こりました。島は「歌島」という。少し歌島の男の子はお父さんがいます。三島さんは少しこれを述べる、でも読者は子供のお父さんが戦争で死ぬとだんじられる。この本のしゅじんこうのなまえは久保しんじです。しんじさんは弟とおかあさんと歌島に住んでいる。しんじさんは、学校が終わってから、漁業の仕事を貰いました。ぎょせんのてつだいになりました。しんじさんはあまり頭がいいじゃありません、でも強いで、親切で、操がありました。しんじさんは少し野心がありました。漁船を買いたかった。かぞくをてつだうためにお金をくれたかった。ある日、はまであるくながら、しんじさんは、初めてはつえさんをみって、こいしました。はつえさんのかぞくはたくさんおかねがあるのにたいして、しんじのかぞくはちょっとしがなかった。それに、はつえさんのおとうさんはしんじさんがすきじゃありませんでした。努力で、しんじさんははつえのお父さんの結婚の許可を稼ぎ出しました。程なくに、しんじさんははつえさんとけっこんしました。

&ed&
The fact that I was home snuck up on me

The trouble with collecting such paragraphs on postconceptual writing, as the above collection shews, is that the collection itself is postconceptual writing even where the individual items in the assemblage are not, ahem, 'postconceptual' in scare quotes.

The question this throws up, and indeed makes us as reasonable men throw up, is whether postconceptual writing can map adequately the limits and sinular features of writing that is postconceptual.

Is there a difference, a meaningful difference, between 'writing that is postconceptual' and 'postconceptual writing'?

The suggestion of this document, with this rubric added some time after the rest but inserted into the middle of the collection, is that conceptual writing can describe but enact the impulses and templates of postconceptual writing, but that both are, in some moral dimension, damaging to the reader in the same way that preconceptual writing is to the writer.

cum nigga forty five. imma beat them alive. nigga.

It is not the occasion which she returns home with the unmistakable lust for sexual pleasure. Where she throws her soft body at me and lets her primal instincts take over and take me over in turn. No, this is a day of greif.

Two years ago after my initial ischemic stroke I lost the will to live due to collateral damage from the stroke. After being discharged on a particular rainy day; days where myself and my love would indulge in the most hanious and enjoyable of sexual acts, I discovered my disability. We stumbled in from the back door onto our velvet loveseat, her legs entangled with mine, her heart the drum for this erotic dance we were having. I began to disrobe with considerable speed and precision, precision that only surfaced with intention to penetrate her soaked vagina in a breif a time as possible.

After unbuckling my pants and nimbly slipping out of them I tossed them aside, one hand already stroking my semi-erect phallus. However, I noticed a problem. By now I'd be fully erect.

As I began to insert it, my attempt failed. Simultaneously, my darling's mother stumbled in. It had slipped my mind that she awaited my return from my medical treatment. Her jaw dropped as she let out a shreik. Concerned, her husband hurried in from the porch, open the door

got on the floor

Everybody walked the dinosaur

I hope things work &out& between us, I'm super tired of sleeping alone. I need some Alan Dugan shit, I'm sick of sleeping in a coat, I want a small thing to clasp and draw from, some boiling tide, some eroded embrace; I wish I wasn't too lazy to walk to the ank before work

drum they's skulls. muh dick so swole. nigga

Suck some cockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscockandballscock and you will feel better

&the&

I gotta poopoo
Nigga, on the floor or I'll shoot chu
Spread my cheeks on your lips tell you to prepare
As I relax my sphincter and share

aka Trippy Thee Truouph

Sovenric supposed himself lengthways in the loose, unpalletable light of the luculent abode. It is there his legs stirred in eternally drawn circles that festered in the birth of the last circle. Sovenric, blinking intently at the time-device, one loose and detached from any orifice in nature so that metal had to sustain its height, and the rigour of the prior action was its adhesive, peered into the hands of the autonomous time-juggler: the clock.

Basically the new Finnegan's Wake.

> '

%I%
If I would have hit you with my down smash it would have went into Luma's. Heh, way to try and punk on me. Oh fed me, punch him. I don't feel that way anymore

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youtube.com/watch?v=SeVezYX1m6M
(First 30 minutes are absolutely, (whole thing is great totaly) I cant say there is a particular 5 minute here 5 minute there must hear, because the whole 30 to 50 (yeah, forget that 30, im skipping through now trying to find these spots, and past 30 and its epicly great right now, around 40s) first minutes are full highest perfection held entirely;
Then an especially special parts is; around 1:18:00 (always prior to be on the safe side when I give these recs guys, cmon) through 1:35:00

its all must hear. 1:32:00 is end of epic scene so gotta see that before leading up to it, act 2 start off hilarious, this mockery note of the old guy movking someone else, as 'ugly' as it could potentially sound, is such a 'standing out' of style of sensation of hearing, it is always a stand out, most fun, part to hear, and what I am surprised is I have learned over time, it actually sounds attractively good. though it is whiney shrillish
so yeah,
that starts around 1:41:00

With a most marvelous cresendoic coda, dadedenaduhteedenenuna real fast and in synch with newly introduced harmony and accompyaning scope, a warm fuzz padding, but sharp cutting lines, sounds futuristic, robotic, computeristic, full of tremendous energy and volume, one can understand how the musical form an concept and urging came about with sampling, becasue muscical history is full of these gems which can be repeated and warped in ways without tire.

Oh I forgot, theres an epic part with the older guy dad I guess a drinking song in the tavern where hes riding a barrel being raised by others, I think testing beer to choose for the wedding or something, I forgot to look for that and not doing it, maybe next time I watch it I will edit this if I remember .

Wow! If I write something clever, will I fit in? Maybe I'm not the only one to ask myself that.

As much as I l&ike& &most& &of& the posts that are here for demonstrating what would happen if I created an echo-room for anyone on a board that's divided between aesthetes and jokers: writing something clever wouldn't exactly fit in

That's ok, though; part of the charm of this thread is that &it& &b&ecame so disjointed so close to the beginning

You can write it but it might subconsciously adulterate your writing direction

Sovenric then quoted from the Book of Melkekh

"Woe unto you, spreaders of filth. Cursed be ye scribes of effluence who invade the Assyrian basket-weaving forum and create mighty mischief, turning the Littites to sin and away from the word of our Lord Stirner. Whosoever spooketh not, ye are condemned to the eternal fire with the Scientites and Materialites."

B U M P A R I N O
(with letters going down now)
UMPAROOSKI

This post is not spam, system. (it is quite spick however)

More like bore-chan, amrite %?%

A plant reversed its progress into the mud; Norfael reversed his progress into the mud. Defining the plant's salubrious traits, and watching green turn ochre, afterwards sowing the pygmy red berries, was his intention, and perhaps his only one. This plant was rather imperative; it was dressed in a sienna pot from somewhere and it shined effervescently because of that atypical accident, as if it was the only thing with intensity for miles.
He lived in the same dissonant condition sitting next to this plant and watering as he did opening and closing his hands.
Desperately: he scrunched up his parched throat with the thin, detestable sewage running through his throat. This spared him from sitting next to the plant for ever. Every capacity for tasks was taken up by wrath within him somewhere and expunged, except for getting water.
Norfael had a small flask made out of glass; " It washed up in the mire next to the clay of a beach South of my house", he recalled, using his mind. His thoat wasn't sore at all, despite his mind constantly cajoling him to furfill a circular appetite.
Abstracting his flask caused the flask to blink with its distinct, reflective percussion; it fell onto one impenetrable person. He could stumble across the trite, deteriorating gravel that made up his "floorboard" to get re-processed as seperate from the consumating warmth of the fluttering, icy blanket, and did.
Wheels split the density betwixt the mud like the resonant frequency of pathogen; he writhed over the veal-like mud outside of the shelter like a disenchanted embelishment on this small island. He lived in the same dissonant condition walking as he did

...

Realistically I'm not qualified for this, but I feel lie my mistakes &have& qualified me s a narrator. I feel bad, but also delectabke. God, I've reached heights. I am a still (born) a photo, a photograph, nothing worthwhile eschewed out of necessity, claimed righteousness. I'm an idiot, sans dostoyboy. I'm trying.

aka Trippyusticus Maximus Fagikis

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aka trippy your trhipfehg in residance

aka Barf-ona-mule

aka anna dominoingus

youtube.com/watch?v=87UE2GC5db0

mister walk me out in the morning mew
youtube.com/watch?v=Mewrk4qi2yc

youtube.com/watch?v=vZuGnSoXC5c

youtube.com/watch?v=k2JHxWqVarc