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IronMan's and Nightrious Dark Palace
The 2 most evil and GodLess members of the cult have come togheter to carve out their Empire. If you decide to join are conversation do so, only has long has your not a complete boring mindless fuck. Thankyou.
What make a superior man?
My belief is Strategy.
What is strategy?
The art to defeat men.
One must die in order to be resurrected.
i cant stop looking at that. its going to make me dizzy and vomit eventually.
Think about it NIGHT! The art of overcoming men. What else should be the focus of a man?
Ah, WAR. Such a Romantic Idea, Such a despicable act.
It is my belief that the Cynical is the best type of man, for he spends his time and resources on himself, while all the rest on helping others, including the cynic. How much better would a man be if instead of focusing on the interest of other, he only focused on himself?
This is the truth that came onto me sometime ago. And yet I know that all the wisdom that I carrie will mean nothing, for I will die and it will die with me. My life is a constant fight agains Nihilism, For what is left to a man who knows his just a mutation of star dust?
Yea, I am with war with myself. I perpetual struggle against inertia. When my hearth stops I want to go kicking and screaming! I WANT TO MAKE NOISE! I am going to die, so why should their ever be something inside of me wanting to stop me? FREE! free at last from everything that holds the common man chained to averegeness!
One must die in order to be resurrected.
When my hearth stops I want to go kicking and screaming! I WANT TO MAKE NOISE! I am going to die, so why should their ever be something inside of me wanting to stop me?
This is a good way to stay warm if your hearth stops, and your body shouldn't try to stop you. it's a survival instinct.
It's a God-awful small affair to the girl with the mousy hair...
Defeat yourself.
"Study strategy over the years and achieve the spirit of the warrior. Today is victory over yourself of the past. tomorrow over lesser men." Miyamoto Musashi
One must die in order to be resurrected.
Really the dog's trick was, you know, shaking hands and climbing into a baking dish and shit like that, but the dog's owner was rewarding it with carrots. Frankly I think the carrot thing is more impressive than the baking dish thing.
In English, when we say: "It is raining"
What the fuck is IT? Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat afraid that IT has found me.
Nurse Baker is gonna get pwned because she had the gall to sleep with her husband!
Oh my God, and Margaret is going to cry because the other nurses don't like her and never invite her over for a lousy cup of coffee.
In English, when we say: "It is raining"
What the fuck is IT? Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat afraid that IT has found me.
Nurse Baker is gonna get pwned because she had the gall to sleep with her husband!
Oh my God, and Margaret is going to cry because the other nurses don't like her and never invite her over for a lousy cup of coffee.
I <3 M*A*S*H.
I saw this episode. It's all aww in the end. You'll see.
Now the episode's over but they never do resolve if Nurse Baker's ass is still in a sling, or what.
There's a really loud baby there though, maybe it brought them all together.
In English, when we say: "It is raining"
What the fuck is IT? Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat afraid that IT has found me.
Oh shit, I accidentally just watched 2 1/2 seconds of "The Hills." I got so scared I turned the TV off.
In English, when we say: "It is raining"
What the fuck is IT? Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat afraid that IT has found me.
I believe a girl that can eat a females donkey pussy is a trick.
Let's pause for a second to parse this out...
I can't do it. Depending on apostropher placement, I think you either mean eat an unholy hybrid of a cat and donkey that belongs to a female, or eat the genitals of a female donkey that were prepared by another female? You're on another level, Ironmans. And by being a "trick" do you mean...ah fuck it, my head hurts.
It's a God-awful small affair to the girl with the mousy hair...
Ironman, my dark slut of a fiend. Who are these pertinent tramps who have stormed are palace with impotent pros! Jane, you slut. You have neither the wisdom of age nor the vigor of youth, but an after supper's dream on an empty stomach! Send thy hounds, black eyed mutts whose fed red meat and kicked a boot to have not a semblance of giddyness, doth the tail not wag ever! For what good, a tail to wag? Much better, a tooth to chew Jane's pale, country pone ankles. Loyalty is all a dog possesses, for the strategist sees things as they are. It is a beast, loyal and dangerous. She is a woman, enough like a man to draw sympathy in the week, but at the end of the day but a cunt and pretty bits of flesh.
Ahhh this seat completes me so. Why sit anywhere else, Ironman, then on our twin gothic throwns on this high cold cement. The dark of the walls a deep grey that steals like, takes warmth and gives cold. Let the bats and raccoons and creatures of the night come in through out open windows and what the mutts don't kill I might strangle myself. Where else to sit, but a thrown? An office chair? A school desk? HA!
Dance, heathans of the cult! For the monkey is all the one who is of understanding us.
What's the one belief about God creating everything and then just walking away and letting it run it's course? something about a watchmaker, maybe?
Anyways, sometimes I imagine that I'm that God and I've just set Ironman and Nightrious up here and will someday come back just to see where all they went.
in the heat of burning air to watch the naked famele body is insane,
Ironman, my dark slut of a fiend. Who are these pertinent tramps who have stormed are palace with impotent pros! Jane, you slut. You have neither the wisdom of age nor the vigor of youth, but an after supper's dream on an empty stomach! Send thy hounds, black eyed mutts whose fed red meat and kicked a boot to have not a semblance of giddyness, doth the tail not wag ever! For what good, a tail to wag? Much better, a tooth to chew Jane's pale, country pone ankles. Loyalty is all a dog possesses, for the strategist sees things as they are. It is a beast, loyal and dangerous. She is a woman, enough like a man to draw sympathy in the week, but at the end of the day but a cunt and pretty bits of flesh.
Ahhh this seat completes me so. Why sit anywhere else, Ironman, then on our twin gothic throwns on this high cold cement. The dark of the walls a deep grey that steals like, takes warmth and gives cold. Let the bats and raccoons and creatures of the night come in through out open windows and what the mutts don't kill I might strangle myself. Where else to sit, but a thrown? An office chair? A school desk? HA!
Dance, heathans of the cult! For the monkey is all the one who is of understanding us.
Omg, Nightrious called me pretty!!
In English, when we say: "It is raining"
What the fuck is IT? Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat afraid that IT has found me.
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