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[_] Of yourself like a mane. Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:06 No.2575305
So manly.
Marked for deletion (old).
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:39 No.2575338
Why don't you ask what websites are featured in this-here flash, asshole? Why don't you do that?
You know, I wasn't always like this. Drunk. Swimming in a bleach-scented pool of piss, and Vodka,
and shame. Self-depreciation always an inch or less from the tip of my tongue, clawing at my
lips, promising a relief that my mind craves like heroin. I need this shit to take another
god-damned mother-fucking step. Long live Vodka.
I used to be a teacher. I used to wear a fucking tie every god-damned day I as sure as the sun
rising and the grass bending to the wind and the next minute arriving arriving on time on the dot
as sure as the bead of panic sitting in a cornered babe's eye as a wolf closes in. But that bitch
oh that lemon-haired CUNT eyes ablaze. Bitch boiled our family into fog, evaporated our
collective seas of income, sipped at our accounts till it was nothing greater than a puddle.
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:43 No.2575341
Do people really devote their lives to watching and creating SWF files?
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:44 No.2575343
And the love had long since dried up.
Not one. Not two. Three. Two spray-tanned college fuckers.
The third, fucking Christ. His age was seeping through the hairs. His fucking hairs lining his
ass. They looked painted on. Oh, grampapa, what long balls you have. That's all I could think
when I saw them. Old bastard's ass, ghostly, flourescent gray. More haunted and tired than
anything I've ever seen, and sagging. God I'm drunk, /f/uck.
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:46 No.2575344
>>2575341
Yes. And some people devote their lives to making Garfield. Why don't know give them some shit,
yeah?
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:47 No.2575346
>>2575305
>>2575338
>>2575341
>>2575343
>>2575344
Samefag.
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:51 No.2575348
And the love had long since dried up.
Not one. Not two. Three. Two spray-tanned college fuckers.
The third, fucking Christ. His age seeped through the hairs of his body and mind. His fucking
hairs lining his ass. They looked painted on. Old bastard's ass, ghostly, flourescent gray. More
haunted and tired than anything I've ever seen, and sagging.
It's burned in my head, faggots. Burned in my retinas. I've been branded, and it only cost 7
years of my life, and custody of my son as a down-payment. The vokda, rum, tquila, whiskey, weed,
xanax, hydrocodone, adderall-- fuck I've even started smoking again. I can't get rid of that
image. Two boys and a man old enough to be my father's father, hunched over. The candles, FUCK. I
knew as soon as I opened the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur.
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)01:54 No.2575350
>>2575341
ya
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)06:10 No.2575461
>>2575348
>>2575343
>>2575338
>being this autistic
>> [_] Anonymous 10/25/14(Sat)06:51 No.2575478
>>2575461
i thought he was rapping and i read it to the beat of the flash
