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2015-09-25 at 8:34 PM UTCMy name is Shane Blaine and I am in disdain to mention that my great dane is in great pain. His bad lag from accidentally stepping in a hole that I dug in my yard. I dig holes in my yard to pass the time because I am at the end of the line, due to my cancer from smoking and as a result I am choking all of the day, my job I quit because they don't give disability pay is way fucked up. Although my dog takes tramadol and I take adderall it's irrelevant because the time it takes to wake him up for fucks sakes really raises the stakes.
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2015-09-25 at 8:36 PM UTCJust stop breathing.
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2015-09-25 at 8:56 PM UTCThe Rebel alliance is made up of self-loathing Jedi who blame the Empire for every ill in the galaxy, and politicians suffering from power-envy, bitter that the galaxy's only power can do what it likes without having to ask permission. The truth is that the Empire has behaved with enormous restraint since the Battle of Yavin. Remember, remember.
Remember the gut-wrenching holos of weeping stormtroopers phoning their partners to say, "I love you," before the station was destroyed. Remember those people leaping to their deaths from safety-pod hatches with no safety pods installed.
Remember the hundreds of droids buried alive.
Remember the smiling face of that beautiful girl who was in one of the detention cells. Remember, remember - and realise that the Empire has never retaliated for the destruction of the Death Star in anything like the way it could have.
So a few Rebels got locked without a trial in cellblock 1138? Pass the Kleenex.
So some Gungan wedding receptions were shot up after they merrily fired their blasters in a sky full of Empire shuttles? A shame, but maybe next time they should stick to confetti.
Remember, remember, the Death Star. One of the greatest atrocities in galactic history was committed against the Empire.
No, do more than remember. Never forget! -
2015-09-25 at 9:07 PM UTC[SIZE=72px]STORY TIME[/SIZE]
"Does master want Suiseiseki to give him a footrub-desu?" she purred.
"No thank you," I said. "I'm rather tired. You should retire to your box."
"But master-sama, Suiseiseki doesn't like her box-desu! I want to sleep in master-sama's bed-desu!"
"Not tonight. You'll do as you're told."
"Why doesn't master-sama have real girls in his bed?"
"What?!"
"Is master-sama's penis too small for real girls?"
"Why aren't you saying desu?"
"Does he have to use dolls instead?"
"SAY DESU! SUISEISEKI FINISHES HER SENTENCES WITH DESU!"
"Master-sama showed Suiseiseki his penis once."
"DESU! MASTER-SAMA SHOWED SUISEISEKI HIS PENIS ONCE DESU!"
"It was too small even for dolls."
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT SUISEISEKI!"
With my right hand I snatched a pair of scissors from my desk and mashed them continually into her face. Her little body was smashed into kindling but I did not stop. Until her screams began to sound a bit like my voice, and I remembered that dolls did not scream, and they did not bleed. Suddenly there was feeling in my left hand for the first time in weeks. I lifted it out of the doll's wreckage, covered in splinters and dripping from scissored wounds. How long had my hand been inside there? How long had I been inside here, alone in my one-room apartment, talking to myself, going mad?
The bolt scraped rust from the latch as I stepped outside. My eyes hurt, god the horizon ... it was a deal larger than 19 inches diagonally. But after five steps my breath quickened and my chest tightened and I turned back. Enough for today. Tomorrow I would try for six. A distant memory told me that when I reached two hundred and eighty, I would make it to the bus stop. And then I'd be free of this apartment, of this prison. And then there'd be nowhere in the world I couldn't go.
Least of all the refunds counter at Moemart in Akihabara. For fuck's sake. Suiseiseki finishes her sentences with desu. -
2015-09-25 at 9:25 PM UTCI was only 12 years old when I first started doing drugs. Xanax it was, right above the refrigerator was where my dad left his bottles of xanax, 180 1mg footballs. I decided to take one to see what it would feel like, and it was amazing. Everything had meaning for once, I had motivation to play videogames, draw comics, and thought to myself that nothing could ever go wrong. I took these a few times a week and eventually I found another bottle and I was taking them regularly over the summer, which was one of the best summers of my life. Which is pathetic you could say, considering I was only 12. Well, that was the last time I actually had friends. They didn't know I was using drugs, but I was popping xanax whenever we would hang out. I also discovered the potential of adderall taking that out of my dad's pill bottles too. Now this is where the fun starts.
Age 13, I met up with an old friend I haven't seen since we were like 7 or 8 years old, found him on facebook. One of my other friends, Matt, who happened to be autistic or some form of ADHD type disorder. He flapped his hands sometimes and at school he'd just look away all over the place and get excited. But when he got older the symptoms started to fade away. He was more excited than I was to meet up with my friend Bobby, because they were best friends early on, both having some form of development disorder. Video games, Matt loved. Had many retro consoles and such.
Well, the day we met Bobby at an arcade that has many many retro consoles and all the shit that Matt liked, it was pretty trill. My best friend at the time Charlie was there, and he pointed out to me that I was the happiest he'd ever seen me, of course, I was on adderall at the time.
This would be the same summer that I would go to Charlie's beach club, summer before 8th grade, on amphetamines of course because they made everything light up, euphoric wise. Since I was socially awkward at the time I would appear sneaky to his parents but on adderall that changed me from the awkward kind of anhedonic kid to a "normal one".
So during the beginning of the schoolyear I was going in on benzos and amphetamines nearly every day, and back then I could tough it out with the comedowns so I didn't get wrapped up in any sort of spun out cycle like I get sometimes nowadays. Things with Bobby were going good, we discovered we had more in common than he and Matt did, and he strayed away from the video games and Matt who started becoming annoying to him. Things were going good until my mom discovered a xanax football on my nightstand in the morning when I woke up, and that is when my parents discovered my drug use. So the adderalls were gone and the xanax was hidden, but I could still get to it, but not until months later. I don't really remember if I was seeing a psychiatrist at this point, I most likely was, I remember taking concerta and other medications around 7th grade but I digress,
At the end of the summer, Bobby and I were hanging out in front of my house at night, longboarding, listening to music, and shooting the shit while I was popping concertas and taking swigs of listerine. This might sound uneventful but it turned out to be a really good memory that Bobby and I share. Old enough to be doing drugs and being relatively mature, young enough to not have the responsibilities that would drag us down. [INDENT]The fall of 2012 became my "fall of 2012" because that is when I discovered you could get high from over the counter cough medicine. Bobby and I, and eventually Mattheus , an exchange student from Brazil who I met in 7th grade started hanging out regularly, going for walks, talking about how we would start a business someday and stuff like that. One day I stopped by the local corner store to pick up some coricidin after doing extensive research on it. I started off with around 120 or so mg and the high was incredible. I was seeing hairlike patterns on walls and tables, music was great, everything just felt like I was in another universe. I would end up doing this for a while until it spiraled out of control, taking higher doses, having slightly bad trips and cutting chillout sessions with Bobby short to go home and trip, even knowing it was going to be a bad one...[/INDENT]
Atleast at that point in time I wasn't too far gone, but that would soon change
more terrible writing coming soon
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2015-09-25 at 9:48 PM UTCCarold McManade went to the village to buy some rice and pork strips. Along his way there a local approached him, looking quite weathered and disheveled.
"Have you any spare duckets, sir?" asked the man.
"Why yes, I have several," replied Carold.
Carold reached into his pocket but instead of pulling out some spare duckets, he pulled out a length of piano wire and viciously choked the poor man to death. He grabbed the body, heaved it over his shoulder much like a sack of potatoes, and headed back home. He no longer needed to go to the village today.
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2015-09-25 at 9:54 PM UTC
Carold McManade went to the village to buy some rice and pork strips. Along his way there a local approached him, looking quite weathered and disheveled.
"Have you any spare duckets, sir?" asked the man.
"Why yes, I have several," replied Carold.
Carold reached into his pocket but instead of pulling out some spare duckets, he pulled out a length of piano wire and viciously choked the poor man to death. He grabbed the body, heaved it over his shoulder much like a sack of potatoes, and headed back home. He no longer needed to go to the village today.
The End
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2015-09-26 at 9:46 PM UTC
[SIZE=72px]STORY TIME[/SIZE]How long had my hand been inside there? How long had I been inside here, alone in my one-room apartment, talking to myself, going mad?
Malice wrote this
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2015-09-26 at 9:48 PM UTCMom, can we like...move...I think he wants to KILL me!!!
It's okay Ashley, we'll just get ADT security :) -
2015-09-27 at 9:56 AM UTCI read a copypasta from the chans the day before yesterday about a guy fucking his 10yo neighbor girl but i've managed to lose the link. T'was pretty hawt though, would definitely copypasta and read again.
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2015-09-27 at 10 AM UTCRip my heart up through my chest
Rip the veins up out my flesh
Put the dope in the wood
Couldn't flow if you could
Still thinking that you the best
You say you got them fans
But at your show they just stand
You say you got them bands
But you still living with your dad
Young Dylan Klebold
Verse full of keynotes
Bombs in the Lunchroom, teenage freak show
I ain't loading guns, I'm rolling up some blunts
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2015-09-27 at 6:44 PM UTCWhen I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city,
To see a marching band,
He said, "Son, when you grow up,
Would you be the savior of the broken,
The beaten and the damned,"
He said, "Will you defeat them,
Your demons and all the non-believers,
The plans that they have made,
Because one day, I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the Black Parade,"
[LEFT]Then i asked him if he had taken his meds that day.
[size=7]The End[/size][/LEFT]
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2015-09-27 at 9:48 PM UTC[FONT=Verdana]Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And other times I feel like I should go.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And when you're gone we want you all to know.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]We'll carry on,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]We'll carry on[/FONT]
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2015-09-27 at 10:13 PM UTC
[FONT=Verdana]Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And other times I feel like I should go.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]And when you're gone we want you all to know.[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]We'll carry on,[/FONT]
[FONT=Verdana]We'll carry on[/FONT]
YASSSS
