Do I trip, or stumble or lose my breath. Sanctified in my mind this happiness. Traveling together not end at death. Hand in hand in a dream feel my caress. Sun and storms will oft intersperse our life. To be taken up on an ocean deep. Beset by waves of emotion and strife. Yet washed away complete by simple sleep. Time together with you is time replete. Turn dark to light in a head of turmoil. Touched through and fully scored deep and complete. Permeating core nothing to assoil. Set adrift and left to grow and flower. You give me your all, fill me with power.
The day ends and with it comes a smile. The smile that comes with the knowledge that in time the creak of a well worn hinge will greet your ears followed by the sound of a key sliding smoothly into a lock. The door opens silently and you place your things down with a rustle and a jingle of keys. From nearby you notice the sizzle and smells of dinner.
Walking into the kitchen, cats nestle around your ankles happy to have you home. You lean over and scratch the kitties behind the ears and the nuzzle you even harder.
A click and clank grabs your attention. It's the sound of the stove being turned off a lid being put on a hot pot.
You look up and a man in standing in front of you. His face glowing from the many years of smiling and joy you have brought him. His hand is outstretched and he beckons for you.
You step forward and he comes to meet you in embrace. You can feel his heart beating hard against his chest as yours melds with his. It's been a decade, but you are used to this because it's the same everyday. He loves you now like the first day your bodies united at one and the thousands of times in between.
Without a word he turns slowly and pulls you gently along behind him and to the bedroom. Taking you in his arms again he lays you softly down on the bed and envelopes you. Your clothes are long since gone, but the rapture of the moment has you wondering when they came off.
His love for you is strong and you can feel it. It's palpable.
O' ye hold back the dark for it creeps in and holds me at bay saps my will and scares me plagues each waking moment keeps me secluded and wary
For' ye make the umbra step back assault the bonds and break them refresh my reserves strengthen me pacify the night make me feel safe
O' I hope to do the same for ye and drive the light home be behind the smiles that cross your face be part of your waking thoughts and bring to you contentment.
May the day be graced by your presence as I am by the mere thought of you...
So I really hate people who play online games and feel the need to cheat. I made this flash movie here about some fucker who is a blatant user of a program called Macro Quest (used for warping about zones, killing monsters, stealing from other people etc.)
I am Username. I don't make layouts. I am comprised primarily of cheese and sheepskin condoms, with just a touch of bacon. I don't write here much, because I forget a lot. (Cheese and condoms, especially the sheepskin variety are not known for their ability to retain information.) If not for the bacon, I'm reasonably sure I would forget I exist.
One day I will remember to type those random thoughts here on a regular basis. Till then... call me sporadic at best.
Dark light streams in through shutters cracked some presence lurks and breathes it's breath is foul its nails long its teeth are sharp and green
It makes noises when it moves it's jaws make clicking clacks huffing wheezing drooling sneezing it's nails going scraaaaaaatch.
Across the bed it comes towards you a huge and gnarly beast tis true hair so long with tangles tight it wants to eat you up... there's nothing you can do
Pulling the covers really tight and wishing you had your mummy it creaps over cross your legs and reaches for your tummy opens up its gaping maw and bites down as if to chew
Your heart begins to race, but before you get the chance the door to the room opens up and a bright light begins to dance
Like magic the beast is gone and in its place sits your cuddly teddy bear named Boo looking soft and snuggly sitting happy, smiling there and Daddy's at the light switch and he smiling down at you
The day was coming to an end Sun setting noisily in the distance birds adding their addendum to the waning light with chirping in the key of "Night" the day gave no resistance
From the door a creak was heard a symphony with the squeak of the swing then the patter of soft soled feet the rustle of the leaves complete as they went off dancing
Clinking cups of sweetness drips of cold falling like rain onto her outstretched arm they ran minute rivulets of water swam glinting softly as the days light wane
Taking drink she looked at his face pursing lips she stare drinking deeply of his eyes seeing his truth, no buried lies glass long forgotten... unaware
Her hand grasps his and pulls his willingness to follow is blatant he falls beside her enthralled and tense entrapped willingly, touch making sense his amour is strong, yet patient
Embraced fully they sit upon the swing one being between them just the light of the day has vanished the feeling grows not banished this essence built on trust
Yet still they sit and swing gently gently tween the trees inhaling together under the moon his heart is taken, they swoon enveloped by the breeze
1) Eat 2) Oggle his well defined scrotum 3) Rub his genitals while doing #2 4) Hang with Mert while doing #2 5) Play with anything you can get your hands on... like Fez's scrotum 6) Make sculptures with stuff... like Fez's scrotum 7) Make snide remarks about stuff... like Fez's scrotum 8) If called upon to speak, spout the most assinine stuff you can think of.. FEZ HAS A HUGE NUT SACK!!!! 9) Do #3 some more and #8 10) Do #3 to the Mert 11) Write essay on the relative humidity of Fez's scrotum versus that of the Alaskan Field Grousse and have room for bibliography. 12) Get in some boxing speed bag training when his legs hang over the edge of the bed. 13) Spank yourself in the ass and say "Who's yer daddy?" over and over while he lays oblivious to your looming body standing above him legs straddling his limp form. 14) Grab his free pillow and beat him with it till he wakes up 15) Give him his glasses so he can see who it is beating him 16) Lay down next to him and hump his leg madly like some coked up ressus monkey. 17) repeat until he cries 18) Tell him you love him, and that you do it "because" you love him. This has the side affect of making him question why he likes you to begin with. 19) Take your 3 year old daughter and throw her at him while he sleeps. 20) Remind yourself that he REALLY likes when you do that.
LOVE THE FEZ, LOVE HIM TILL HE BLEEDS.. and not in the way that he likes.
I think I am broken... I know im lonely... Am i supposed to be lonely? I think god hates me... I like like the ellipsis ... ... ... ... ... ... ... but use it incorrectly I have no social life and i want one Im lonely I know im lonely... I have tourette... I think god hates me Tourette, I do not like... I like the ellipsis ... ... ... ... ... I know a person I like... Im scared to do anything about it im shy and I have tourette I think god hates me I really am a good person, gentle and kind Tourette wont let me talk sometimes I dont like tourette but i do like the ellipsis... ... ... ... ... ... I think god hates me Im kind and loving, considerate, very shy I have tourette Im frightened to meet people people dont generally like other people with tourette even if they do like the ellipsis like me... ... ... ... ... I think god hates me Perhaps I'll get the courage up to ask her out I only met her once, and tourette wouldnt let me talk to her im lonely so lonely god... why do you hate me?
WOW... asshats abound *hands out asshats> Here is an asshat for you, and an asshat for you *looks for a special asshat* Here is YOUR special asshat. *holds up a stack of extra asshats* Have you been an asshat? I have an asshat for you. *hands out more asshats* Notice that the asshats are a little big. This is because you are an asshat, and I trust you to grow into it. *Reaches out and pulls all the asshat's asshats down over their faces* HA HA HA, look at the asshats... now you cant see. *kicks all the asshats in the jimmy* Oops, one doesnt have a jimmy. *tapes a jimmy to the jimmyless asshat and proceeds to kick it* I don't much care for asshats.
Hammer.... Nail.... Head in hand... Forced to table... Loooooooong upward drawback... Fast downward swing... Hammer hits table... missing head... Body attached to head that hand holds wets itself... I laugh
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