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2018-11-07 at 1:42 AM UTC in Makeup sexYou gonna fall in love. It’s in the air.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-11-05 at 11:27 PM UTC in All these polical ads and propaganda is starting getting into my head.I haven't been following US political theater since 2015/16.
It doesn't matter who you vote for they all work for the same people.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-24 at 7:38 PM UTC in what the fuck is lifeLife is just a steaming hot pile of shitty mistakes with brief intermissions of getting it right.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-24 at 11:16 AM UTC in saw mistah FAB the other dayso the other day I was walking through the park wearing my steel toed boots and what other voice do i hear but that of MISTAH FAB
so I was like no way is that really mistah fab there must be some black people blasting music or some shit but then i saw a stage so i went over there and i'll be goddamned, mistah fab was up there rapping. there were only like 30 people in attendance and literally every single one of them was black except for me and one soccer mom looking lady which i'm not really sure what she was doing there. i realized it was some event for poor people since this was kinda in the hood (where POD talks about southtown)
anyways he started talking about how you should kick your addictions which i related to because i was actually a little dopesick from the PST WD and then looked around and was like YO I LOOK AROUND AND I DONT SEE NO POLICE PRESENT THAT MEANS WE GOVERNING OURSELVES AND WE ALL COME FROM THE SAME STRUGGLE, WE ALL BLACK *looks around, til his head reaches me* EVEN IF YOU WHITE THE STRUGGLE IS DIFFERENT BUT THE PAIN IS THE SAME. and i was like lmao, he only said that because of the one white person here.
anyways i stayed for the last few of his songs and then i went home and withdrew.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-24 at 4:19 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionI'm gonna buy some tech tonight. Hopefully the niggas at the bowling alley hook it up.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-23 at 6:21 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-22 at 4:54 AM UTC in quickieput the Myristicin inside the wax of a small candle, light the candle, place it up on the mantle, grab a knife by the blade, stab yourself with the fuckin' handle
Have you ever met Worchesterfield Mashums? I'm thinking about getting a net kitty bitty and I was gonna think about naming it a variant of MASH depending on circumstances ytbd. lil Mashles MASHY MASHY mash-pot ok I just changed my mindThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-21 at 7:25 PM UTC in Should we embrace our grief?Funny. I was just thinking of Malice, kinda drunkenly staring off into space/at the wall when I snapped to and refreshed the page and saw this thread. Reading it, and seeing you mention Malice was kind of a, "whoa, weird." moment. Hah.
That said, I've been through plenty of grief in my life. The passing of my mother when I was 15, the immediate aftermath of an alcoholic father who was struggling with his own grief, drug addiction, suicidal contemplations, depression, prison sentences, all a form of grief. It's taken me years and years, truly, a decade, to come to terms with these things. I don't bottle it up inside though. I share my feelings and grief with those around me. I luckily have a loving wife who also lost her father the same year I lost my mother, so we share that grief and lean on each other. I have a strong family support system who was there throughout my drug addictions and prison and saw me through the end of it all.
I do agree with you though. People suffering through grief, whether it be something in their personal lives or even as a "faceless no one" on a website you go to that while you know what they look like, sound like maybe, you've never met them. You've never shaken their hand. Never hugged them. Never kissed them, in some cases. Like Malice. People should, in general, be more expressive of the feelings they feel because to bottle it up inside and try to suppress it always forces it to leak out in other, usually negative ways like drugs or alcohol or other self destructive behaviors.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-19 at 9:05 PM UTC in Divorce, divorce, divorce. Every bitch ass boomer got a damn divorceWatch your mouth, nigga. Some of us grew up in that mess and intend to perpetuate the issue.
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2018-10-19 at 3:14 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs Attention
Originally posted by ohfralala This might be my favorite poem ever, even if it wasn’t intended as such.
<3
I used to write a lot. But heroin kind of lobotomized me. I rarely write anymore. I have to be massively depressed or withdrawing to feel enough to get something half-passable out. Poast sharing some of the old stuff hed clipped from TOTSE kind of sparked something in my head. But I cant even count the number of notebooks ive thrown out or destroyed. Since Im already being a total fag, I might as well share what I churned out in about a half minute last night. And i get that the cadence and everything isnt perfect but like i said i was angry and fucked up and just typed it out as fast as it came out of my head.
I never expected you to be perfect you know?
the way that heroin is.
When the warmth spreads to your fingers and toes
And fills in the hollows and crevices
Till your whole again and human.
And the past becomes as hazy as a bathroom after a warm shower
And you can pretend that the last 12 years
of fuck-ups and tears didnt matter
While you while away more hours till the ground crumbles beneath you
And i guess ive just always had a thing for broken people
Its like you cant know yourself until youve found yourself in pieces
And seen the rough edges and flip sides to every crack and paint chip
To every dream you ever had and every thing you thought you were
So all it takes it one sad half faked smile
And I see myself in her. Literally. Maybe not.
But if we robbed a bank and both got shot in a truck
At least it would all end before we hated each others guts
In some way ive always needed that bonnie to my clyde
And when you try to stifle a smile and look at me
I feel like a late october pumpkin and youve scooped out my insides.
Hurt hits me like a golden oldie, but i hate it when you speak
Because each honeyed word and pretty lie fools me into feeling human
And I fucking HATE to feel that weak
When you said you felt ugly and i kissed the silver ringed scars
that covered the galaxy of your stomach
Near shaking, afraid to be such a failure in front of your parents
Even though i couldnt look you in the eye you cupped my face in your hands and said
"We're the same, you and I. You dont have to say anything. All they need to know is that I want you"
And something switched.
But trying to keep you is cupping an injured songbird in your hands
Too afraid to move or scare or hurt it
Cause it might not come back again
Whewn my mom told me my life should ended in the trash can at an abortion clinic
I said "I love you too", and i think thats the last time ill mean it.
And i think when it comes down to it, death or drugs, either or
With a needle or a bullet you just want someone who cares so deep
To bleed out with you on a motel bathroom floor.
Figuratively
Maybe.
Or something.
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2018-10-19 at 3:08 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionGonna cry myself to sleep now. Thank you fat fucking Ghost nigger.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-18 at 11:41 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionGood god I want to get high. Every time this year. The air starts to chill and the smell of swirling dead leaves and loamy dirt. And I remember sitting on corners sweating through 4 layers of clothing, freezing, shaking, dry heaving and vomiting as discretely as possible at the bus stop in front of the drug store. With your joints all aching and spine feeling like it's been woven through a wheel. You'd think that would make you not want to get high, to go back to that. But that cold air and the smell of leaves is also a crackling bonfire and a cigarette in the night air, and laughter. Cheap domestic beer, and pilfered whiskey from an empty water bottle. The flickering on the faces of good friends who don't exist anymore. And a shy girl who they always teased because her tits were too small, and her ass wasn't big enough....leaning in awkwardly to kiss you on a fire escape. And there was not knowing and uncertainty and that was invigorating. And between then and now feels like an ancient ocean. And I used to love and laugh and fight and felt vibrant and electric and full of words. And now I just feel all scooped out inside, with a big plastic smile carved into my face,appropriately approximating something more human than a gourd. Fuck.
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2018-10-14 at 12:55 PM UTC in god dammit i hate myselfI hadn't done shard in like a little over a month. It wasn't really hard to stop but a couple days ago I was walking back home from somewhere and got a craving out of the blue. I deleted all the dealers I knew numbers off my phone, and knew that it's probably not a good idea to try to get some anyways, but I was coming up on some real sketchy blocks that crackheads frequent, so I told myself that I'd take the 30 bucks cash that I had on me, and offer it to someone for like a half g or something, if they had it then and there and ready to go and no "i gotta take the money to meet this dude i promise i'll be back in an hour" shit. And if I didn't see any sketchy people on the way home or they didn't have it or weren't willing then I would just go home and smoke a bunch of weed. I was pretty sure that this was not going to happen so I wouldn't be doing any.
Then as I walked I saw this old crackhead homeless dude with all his shit laid out on the sidewalk sitting near this other dude who looked like he was pretty intelligent but also a convict and meth addict. The older dude seemed pretty out of it but the younger guy seemed more calm minded and able to deal with things so I figured he would be my best shot. So I went up and kneeled down and just said hey i don't wanna bother you but if anyone wants to sell me like 15 bucks of shard I'd give you 30 if you have it right now. The younger dude didn't say anything, but the older crackhead said he had some but I was a little skeptical because sometimes he made no sense. So I was like cool can i get it then and I got the money right now. And he started not making sense and babbling, after a minute of that I was like hey dude I'm sorry but if you don't have it then I gotta go, and the dude got all mad and shit and was like HOLD ON I GOTTA CLEAN OFF MY GLASSES FIRST. At this point I was pretty sure that whatever this guy was doing, he didn't really have any shard, but I figured there's no harm in giving him another couple minutes.
Then he slowly walked over to this container he had sitting nearby and brought it over and showed me he had a good amount of H, crack, and shard in there. He was fucked up and showing it off to me. I didn't see how much H or crack there was exactly because the baggies were half concealed by the pocket they were in, but he pulled out a bag of probably at least 6 grams of what looked like some decent shit. He started bitching that I didn't have anything to put it in, so I just laid down this post it note I had in my pocket and he was like NAH IT'S TOO SMALL. It was kinda funny so I laughed and he got irritated and finally he let me get away with using a 1 dollar bill to wrap it in.
Then, I'm not sure why, but he pulled out a decent sized shard (actually it weighed to almost exactly 2 g's), spilling probably 300-400 mg of it on his pants and the concrete, and gave it to me. I told him he dropped some because it was a significant amount kinda and he got mad at me again and told him not to disrespect him and I was like alright cool thanks man. Then I got home and it was really good and now I hate everything.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-11 at 9:05 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs Attention
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2018-10-11 at 4:35 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-09 at 4:14 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Sploo Needs AttentionNothing better than smoking meth & listening to Paul Floor
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2018-10-07 at 5:43 AM UTC in Trusted member information listThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-10-06 at 7:38 PM UTC in Trusted member information listSitting in my car listening to the storm and toking to 105.7 no clue of this song.. sounds nice tho 🙂
I don’t know why I haven’t gone in the house yet lol high/stuck I guess
I’m sure I’ll make it in after this next song
*toke*
Dang my bad I thought this was what you listening to threadThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-10-05 at 6:55 AM UTC in My suicide note.I can not say that I know what you’re going through but I can say I have felt like my life will never get better..
Like some years ago 8 actually, I
was in a woman’s shelter with nothin
took the bus to the college till I finished school , got my last few credits and I used financial aid to pay for school because I couldn’t afford it
The shelter was kushy with our own room even a workout room
Those women there were comfortable
I was not and was getting out that place to have my own
Didn’t want my families help either it was my goal to reach on my own
There was nights I cried because I thought maybe I shouldn’t even try and just leave this world but
Honestly I’d read the Bible.. psalms helped me a lot .. I read psalms 5 every morning before school
(If you are not religious I’m sorry for adding that part but it’s true)
Now I’m done with school have the things I need and a few that I want
Saying all this to say that you sir
You are a conqueror whether you know it or not and you have the ability to do any damn thing you want ..
You leaving this world will not improve anything if anything it’ll be a colder world without you because you have a warm heart, and you’re an amazing person
Material possessions or not genuine happiness
Think of all those millionaires who commited suicide .. it’s not the possessions that bring you true joy
It’s love .. as corny as it sounds.. it is love.. love for you as a person
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2018-10-04 at 4:01 AM UTC in CandyBooty's new avatar.If John the waitress asked what you felt was an underlying basket of, does it mean we aren't, so to speak a Lamb in a fields could be,
Wellbutrin than uhh
He wrote a rhj f
-mash
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