A Happy Life is an Unhealthy Life November 25, 2009
Posted by Charith in Uncategorized.2 comments
I should probably be doing my physics tuition homework, but it’ll take hours to do and I don’t have the energy or willpower to do it after doing some major work. If your face is really unattractive, you might understand that. Otherwise, just sit there and look pretty, sweety.
Burgers, fries, soft drinks, donuts, chocolate biscuits, ice cream, potato chips, lollies (both chewy and hard, if you get my meaning), pizza, kebabs, cakes, cookies (they deserve to be separated from the category of biscuits), pussy cat balut instant noodles, instead everything else, coffee, Amy Winehouse, hot chocolate and the list goes on. These are just a few of the consumables that scientists and dietitians recommend we stay away from. Careful boys and girls, they’ve found out our weakness – everything that is holy.
I think you'll find that you're number 2
Born Fighters November 21, 2009
Posted by Charith in Uncategorized.5 comments
My uterus ran away in fear
It would seem that she never knew what hit her. But really, isn’t there a part of us all that’s always expecting the next blow? I feel like it’s in our nature to be in ever constant, nail-biting anticipation of where we can “start something”.
Do you wanna be startin’ somethin’? You gots to be startin’ somethin’!
One of them strange things. Seems nice. November 14, 2009
Posted by Swifty in Observations.3 comments
So, here I am, when I should really be typing my Physics report. Which I have finished, by the way.
So, how are we all today?
I’m just here to discuss something close to my heart. Random grenade spamming. I’m really joking, as it doesn’t worry me at all.
Baby Got Back November 8, 2009
Posted by Charith in Observations.4 comments
Rich, luscious hair that would be lighter than a dove’s feather upon your face. It possesses a natural sheen the induces a swell of warmth within your pants heart. The hair is but only the beginning of the painting’s journey. Your eyes follow the long strands of hair like vectors before branching out to trace the delicate outline of the shoulders. The skin pertains to it a certain summer glow that makes you feel feverish. However the illness is welcomed, with one shapely curve after another attempting to bombard your senses. You shake your head from one side to the other, struggling to regain self control, only to be deterred even further from your desired destination. Why so pale? Oh, yes, the colour on those long, slender legs really makes one ponder the significance of having their own when perfection is oh-so far away. As your body temperature rises at an immeasurable rate, your vision blurs dangerously.
It’s really just as well. The painting is double-sided.
I’m sick and tired of your shit. November 2, 2009
Posted by Geo in Uncategorized.2 comments
Edit: Geo started out this post, came up with the idea behind it, but when he returned to it, his brain flow stopped so he asked me to finish it for him. I decided to keep him as the post author as I want people to see this as his post rather than mine. He did the title, found and put in the picture, and wrote the first two paragraphs. I basically tried going off those for what I wrote. I just hope it’s relevant. – Deft
You know what? I’m sick of the internet. How much bullshit it pulls out of its ass every day. So here I say, fuck you internet, fuck you and your inglorious ways of removing us from society and the very banes of humanity itself.
Subtle Suspense 