He found it fit to sit and complain.
And in the shit still, remain
Spirit coursing diligent, but in vain.
He is unraveling spools for the core.
He is unknown: “The Word Whore”
Has every opportunity for more,
But now at last he has become the boar.
p.s. not even (a lex icon) the sharpest ink will get you out of that paper bag.
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«Oldest ‹Older 2401 – 2600 of 2980 Newer› Newest»9:56 gerard way. you are bad! (i was humming that song yesterday i was) :)
Carpet Munchers!
OMG I know and then I dyed my hair pink to be more like Gerard remember, and you said O No but Gerard is the dark angle of pulchretude and I wept and wept and then scratched off your name but then we made up when you sent me that MySpace message in my comments, the one with Hello Kitty and then I carved your name into my thigh!
These bitches ignore anyone outside the loop. Don't take it personal.
Solly I am going to write you a poem of my brilliant genius do U want to hear it??
Anon I will write one for you too so you don't feel ignored. OK hang on OK!!!
It's my bed time.
Have a good night, all :)
Nite, RW.
Anon,
What loop? I'm never in the loop. Fill me in.
Jules,
Please write me a poem. I need to cry. Make me cry.
Hey guys. We finally made it to Chicago. What a longgggggg day.
How is everyone?
The night crew won't be here this evening due to the fact that they are all off stalking Frank/SS.
*frowns and furrows her brow*
Nobody is stalking anyone.
Well, okay. I am.
I'm stalking my best friend because I can't get the Maid of Honor dress she wants me to get and I need to know what to do next.
*stalk stalk stalk*
-A
i dont want anything written for me.i want the night crew! >_<
*stamps feet and leaves*
I was busy nomming on the carpet.
Did I miss saying hello to someone?
*waves*
Hi ALL!
'Allo Elena!
RW, Happy Birthday to your Mom! My mom's birthday is coming up too.
Hi Elena!
Amy, say huh?
Aw, God. The night stiffs just showed up.
Time for the whimper and whine-fest.
Solly is my one and only pixy friend
She understands into my painful mind
and my heart
so, so scarred
and my wrists
all marred!
The pain I feel is so deep
like my mind,
and Solly is in my haunted sleep
when I dream of demons!!!!
The demons of my life which is so hard.
Then an anon came along and said
I feel ignored!
And shedding a solitary tear
it fell to the cold, dark wood floor!
I told the anon
Look into your soul!
There you will see the wings of an angle!!
Let your heart take flight
and soar!
Get up off my floor!!!
But the anon writhed in the agony of hurtful pain
and deep searing anguish!!
So much writhing anguished pain!
You would think that his whole entire life
had been slain!!
Solly came along like a dark sweeping angle
of light!
And she said
I can see your woeful plight!!
Please look into my beautiful deep ocular libraries
and look at my hair which is flowing
in the moonlight so glowing!
Maybe it's not like Gerard's ruby follicles
but rest your head
on my pale shoulder
and the anon did and the anon wept
and then everything was OK.
Elena you made it. Yipee!
Amy, you stalk loudly ^_^
*wonders why there's a piece of paper stamped with feet and leaves on the coffee table*
Solly and anon, I hope my poem is touching.
Like balls.
We are touching.
Anonymous said...
Aw, God. The night stiffs just showed up.
Time for the whimper and whine-fest.
September 2, 2008 10:08 PM
If you don't like it, leave.
Hi Elena! I am writing pomes. It helps me to express my deep inner life.
whistles and sits back on the couch waiting to hear the dress story? what happened Amy. why cant you get the dress?
Jules,
Would you please wear this vial around your neck? It is filled with my blood and tears. I cry and I bleed for nobody but you, because you are the only one who will ever understand me.
Please leave the night crew alone. This is the only good part of the blog. Gee I WONDER who is saying things about the night crew. Hmmm...
Hey Sdock, Amy and anon.
Good to see you guys. Anything new going on?
Hallo Sol!
Well, The Bride picked out a dress for me and I checked into it, and it turns out that the only bridal salon that deals with the designer, doesn't deal with the designer anymore. The only way for me to get the dress would be for me to go where RW lives. Which is far, and hard to get to for fittings.
So I'm trying to get ahold of my friend, so she can tell me where to look next.
-A
10:06 you should write in a different style to go anon.
Hi Toujours! :)
Solly I will never take it off even when I get married to the angle of my dreams who I dream about nightly on the plains of my alternate reality dreams where I feel my astral wings. That's because I see you there and your astral wings are that of an angle. I will never put down you're vile.
I made a Youtube video...it's a slideshow with pics of you and I and the men in our lives...Gerad, Bert, Adam. IT's set to our song.
YOu do remember what our song is dont you?
Hi Elena!
I am not TJ. I am not balls anon(smiles at that one) or night crew stiff anon. I was waiting for the night crew though
Solly we have so many songs, its the 1 by Evanescence right???? Or is it the one by PATD?!
Oh, gotcha, Amy. Stalk away! Stalk away!
Nothing new in my part of the world, Elena.
I am the balls anon, if you must know.
WTF did I miss?
Anything?
Anything?
Amy, you can go online. Enter the designer name and you should be able to find where to get it. Viola
Princess I write sum pomes fro the depth of my fractured dark tenebrous heart. I hope you like them and thought they were touching.
Like balls.
It's a mix, Jules. We totally mixed Evanescense and PATD together remember? It's the most beautiful music ever and it's ours.
we knew who balls anon was. was too easy
Sdock,
didn't you win the Gold Medal in muff diving at the Olympics
Viola?
Are you sure you didn't mean violin?
Hey K. See you're writing poems. That's cool. Wish I had a talent for poerty but I don't.
You almost made me cry, Jules.
Almost.
*whimpers*
Your mom's too easy.
COME ON! You know I had to go there.
Anon,
The gold, the silver and the bronze.
Well Elena U C it not every1 who can do it. You have to strain your heart until it breaks, strain it threw a strainer and throw it on the floor and have it be stomped on!!! Stomped on by people who don't understand!!!
Also you have to have astral wings and know Shakespeare in your past life.
"Your mom's too easy."
Lucky for you
Your mom's so easy, a caveman could do her.
UR FACE IS TOO EASY
Hi Viola!
Thanks for the info! Knowing the bride, if I can't get the dress here, she'll just send me to the States to get it! XD
UR WHOLE GENERATION 2 EASY!!
thats right that has to do with violins. a viola, 4 string instrument. haha. how do you spell that word? got to look that one up. I never wrote or even said it before
Jules,
I liked the taste of your bubble gum chapstick.
your mom's like butter, she's easy to spread.
OK I write you guy's another one OKA here we go!!! It is a little abstract I don't expect you all to get it.
I am drownding
drownding
drownding
in my sorrow
in my tears
which I shed into my pillow
which then becomes a deep dark black hole
of despair
then my face falls into it
my pillow.....
my tears....
and I am drownding
drownding
drownding.
I call that one "Drownding."
Gah, You know who I miss?
I miss Jr. Anon!
Come out, come out wherever you lurk!
STFU, Solly.
I don't want to hear from Jr Anon.
>_<
Lucky tart! You solved that problem viola! haha
I wanna hear from Robert Downey Jr. anon!
I want my Food Anon. >.<
I wanna know what they're having for supper.
Anons appear like magic when you ask for them. Unique powers or proof you need lives?
OK I want to tell you all that your pillow can't really become a deep dark black hole, that is what we poem writer's call a METAPHOR so get that straight. The only way your pillow could become a hole is if you ate a hole through it like while you were sleeping one night and ate a hole through it. Which isn't likely! So it's just a metaphor.
Gerard Way was on this page and TJ is mia?
I'm going with the unique powers.
K thanks for explaining that to the day crew.
Does anyone want to read some of my erotica. I am really good at that because I have like lots of curves and valleys.
Or Jules, unless someone came in the middle of the night and they were trying to stab you to death with a big ol knife from your own kitchen and they missed your head and went straight through your pillow and then they stabbed again and hit your main artery in your neck and stuff and then you liked for real started choking and you kinda fell dead and limp into the hole in your pillow.
You know.
Just sayin..
NO!
OK Thanks for asking. I am going to write you all some of my erotica. So get prepared like with a condem and stuff bc you are going to want to put one on once you read it! LOL
Solly that could happen too! In fact that did happen! The night that Satan in the form of a man came to take my sole! And he stabbed my pillow the stupid bitch, LOL!!!
Just so long as it doesn't involve Frank, I'm good.
someone please pass me a vomit bag
no more pomes please
*passes Anon a bag*
Be careful, there's a mad cat inside.
OK my erotica. Here it go.
This one night I was sleeping lying asleep in my bed of softness, with my sheets made of satan. They were so soft like my body.
Then a shadow came through my window.
I was scared at first.
The shadow slowly took on a form... .the form of a HUMAN. It was a man and he was naked save for a scarf which he was wearing in that way where you double it up and then put the two ends through the loop. (Because that hot when boys do that LOL!)
he had on black chipped nail polish.
He crept softly on his bare feet over to my bed.
I said Who are you what do you want?????
He said.......
I want only you my beauty.
Hang on I have to make up more. Hang on.
now all of the Frerard anons are going to come back.
I'm laughing so hard right now, you guys have no idea.
blech. boring
no fun with no night crew just crazy chaos ensues. can't blame one for enertaining themselves now can you
He was like,
You are my angel of light. You're skin is so fair and porcine and I am not discussed.
My heart which had been so empty and broken, spat on and kicked and torn up like a bunch of bacon, started to mend.
I stared deep into his cerulean eyes. His eyes caressed me. (Not like they came out of his head and touched me but I mean he looked at me like in a really nice way.)
He whiped back the sheets!!! Exposing my sleek beautiful nubile body.
I can no longer live another second without your touch!!! I said.
Then he put his hands into my flower, which was lost forever!!!
I felt his hot hot tears hitting my cheek like warn wet rain, Why are you crying, I said. We are banging, don't cry.
"Oh my love" he told me "It because my soul was so broken and black and dead and I was merely a husk of a former shell of a man! Up until I stick it in you!! But now I am healed, healed by the healing light of your crotch!!
He wiggled a few times and then he came.
I was like That's it? OMG.
Then like a shadow he stole out of my bedroom window. He floated away light as a feather carried away on the sweet sweet night air.
All that he left behind was his scarf.
I am going to wear it forever till the day I die.
THE END.
I wonder if Mayo will post tomorrow for his blog's anniversary. I hope so. It would be nice if some of the missing came back for a visit as well.
Anon if you don't like it then you are just jealous, jealous of my love for my lover who is an angle on black wings like the feather of the deepest raven at night.
I hope you find love.
he came like as a dark angel in the night. cutting wires on people who write bad erotica on blogs and came to my rescue.
Anyway, I'll be back in a bit. Bath time for me.
*shuffles off in her bathrobe*
bwahaha! have to admit was kinda funny
I hope PPU comes back! Whoop Whoop!
don't you mean the 4th anon as the anniversary?
OMG, that was so beautiful. Best story ever. SEQUEL!!!1!11!
It was meffin' hilarious.
Porcine.
Damn.
PLS don't laugh at me I jut spilled the entire contents of my soul at the feet of the blog! That is a true story, for it happen to me on the astral plane!!
Porcine will never stop being funny.
No. No, it won't.
Neither will discussed or proactive.
*shakes head*
Konichiwa.
Okay then...
So anyone hear from Wendy?
okaiz. i iz sorryz. I no laugh at your seriouznezz of pooring your heartz out on the blogz
i said konichiwa friends
10:38
The missing will probably stay missing because of things like this. They were here for Mayo, not the endless garbage. Some people honestly think they are the focus of this place. If people wanted to read that stuff, they'd visit those blogs. Notice they rarely get comments.
hello
Oh moshimoshi! Konichiwa de gozaimasu!!!!
"Hi Toujours! :)"
I haven't heard anything about Wendy yet. I didn't have time to catch up yet. I don't know.
BlogBelieve,
G'nite, sweet dreams!
Wow, you must visit my blog. I'm flattered. Would you be my friend forever and ever?
Oh, yes. We'd so much rather read about the moon and the wind and the stars and finding oneself by quitting one's job and traveling across the country to see a band and then winding up living with your parents with no prospects or sign of obtaining gainful employment.
Or not.
that's what friends are for......
No. Aren't you just crushed? Yep.
Good night, good night, sweet ladies, good night!
Yeah, with the Ophelia and the Waste Lands and the whatnot.
(I so badly miss the Waste Lands anon. That ruled. One of these days I will post some more of that poem again, and mysteriously italicize pertinent parts. But not tonight. No, tonight is for TEH SEX FILES. TA WATH.)
Thank you for reading the words that flowed like blood from my torn up and bleeding heart of dark tenebrous stygian darkness like the black night of the feather of an angel with black wings of darkness.
Maybe I will see some of you on the astral plane. Look for my dark wings and the single teardrop of eternal blue sadness!
Mayo,
364 days later and it's still complete jappy madness!
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. Like clockwork.
Oh, Solly. You went there! ^_^ I ♥ you for it.
errbody gotta judge errbody. look at yourselves for a change.
I am beginning to think astral planes are the only place you see anything anymore
How I loved listening to your sweet prayers. Then you would hop into bed, afraid that I was hiding under it. And I was!
^ Also me. Sorry, that's another one of my favorite movies.
I am going to watch X Files. Really. Honestly.
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
I was the first angel, loved once above all others.
But like all true love, one day it withered on the vine....
nuthin under my bed but dust and a few hidden body parts under the floor boards. muwahaha
God is dead.
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
September 2, 2008 10:57 PM
when you look into the abyss it sucks you in. like in a paperbag and you never escape.
Play with me.
Nietzsche is dead.
so is the blog sweetheart
Nietzsche is god.
A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.
God dead Nietzsche.
The blog sweetheart?
Play with you?! Did i hear you right. I think I have an infuktion in my ear!
Go watch your love. He is waiting on your astral plane!
I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
He is waiting for me on my TV screen, anon. ;D
I just got stuck in a loop there with my old favorite Nietzsche gag from college.
And with the The Prophecy stuff.
what does a blog have to do with faith or lack thereof
if it faith you are searching for my sweet, please go to the right blog. This is not it
Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.
Oh, and goodnight. (he didn't really say that, that's my add on) :)
Kapu hasn't been the blog sweetheart for about half the year now. Get over it.
Did you ever notice how in the Bible, when ever God needed to punish someone, or make an example, or whenever God needed a killing, he sent an angel? Did you ever wonder what a creature like that must be like? A whole existence spent praising your God, but always with one wing dipped in blood. Would you ever really want to see an angel?
Yes, Im your angel,
Ill give you everything
In my magic power.
So make a wish and Ill let it come true for you.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Youre my fairy,
You give me evrything
I ever wanted from life.
Have I made a wish and is that why I have you?
Tra-la-la-la-la.
We believe in pumpkins that turn into princesses
And frogs that turn into princes.
We believe in the moons that smile on us
When we hurry home before the midnight strikes.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Yes, Im so pretty,
Youre so dizzy
And were so happy evry day.
Lets make a wish and let it come true for us.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Im in your pocket,
Youre in my locket
And were so lucky in evry way.
We make a wish and let it come true for us.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
We believe in houses built in the sky,
And love that lift us high.
We believe in the sun that looks over our shoulder
And brings our shadows together.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Yes, our hearts are one,
Our bodies, too
And its so good, mm, evrytime.
We make a wish and let it come true for you, too.
Tra-la-la-la-la.
Happy birthday, my love,
Im your angel,
Ill give you evrything in my magic power.
So make a wish and Ill let it come true for you.
This one's for 11:04.
Oh, Gabriel. When was it that you lost your grace?
did you ever notice when someone feels threatened they constantly try to bring up things out of context and know nothing about?
makes me laugh everytime. How many years did you study. silence. that is what I thought.
I do not care what you believe or do not believe in as I am sure you do not really care about anyone else but yourself. well, honestly how could you. There is nothing for you to believe in is there.
Let's understand each other. I sang the first hymn when the stars were born. Not that long ago, I announced to a young woman, Mary, who it was she was expecting. On the other hand, I've turned rivers into blood. Kings into cripples. Cities to salt. So, I don't think that I have to explain myself to you.
Anonymous said...
Kapu hasn't been the blog sweetheart for about half the year now. Get over it.
September 2, 2008 11:04 PM
ouchie
*pads downstairs in her fuzzy pajamas, pulling bobby pins out of her hair, smelling faintly of white tea*
Wow, was that ever nice.
There is no blog sweetheart anymore. Only blog delusions.
Good night, blog. Sweet dreams.
Mayo's sweetheart is dead. Long live Mayo's sweetheart.
Sleep loose, K.
like all true love it whithered on the vine?
sweet dreams of robert downey jr, k.
(Listen all you chillun to that voodoo moan,
There's a modern villun worser than that old boogie woogie,
When that goofy critter spots your fancy clothes,
He injects a jitter, Starts you dancing on a thousand toes, There he goes!)
Who's that hiding in the tree top?
It's that rascal, The Jitterbug!
Should you catch him buzzing 'round you,
Keep away from, The Jitterbug!
Oh! the bees in the breeze and the bats in the trees have a terrible, horrible buzz,
But the bees in the breeze and the bats in the trees couldn't do what The Jitterbug does!
So be careful of that rascal, Keep away from The Jitterbug!
The Jitterbug!
Oh! The Jitter! Oh The Bug!
Oh! The Jitterbug, Bug-a-bug, bug-a-bug, bug-a-boo.
In a twitter, in the throes, Oh the critter's
Got me dancing on a thousand toes, Thar' she blows!
that doesnt sound right anon at 11:12
K..... You actually did make me a little sad for the olden days of the blog.
Sweet dreams dead blog sweet heart. I hope you meet Robert Downey Jr on the astral plane and he whips back your sheets. LOL I still find you very funny.
And to the Anon who asked earlier, I don't think anyone has heard from Wendy. I sent her an email back yesterday letting her know that we're glad she's doing alright, but I'm not holding my breath on a reply until at least Friday.
*puts lotion on her hands*
The Protagonist is dead. Long live the protagonist!!
Okayyy.
Hi Amy, various anons.
Hi BC!
Hey BC! I was starting to think I was alone here tonight. How's it going?
h my god. rallying cry!
LONG LIVE THE PROTAGONIST!
I am laughing so hard.
Shut up various anons. Just shut up. Nonsense time is over. Now is the night crew. Where real friendships form and are held.
GO back the astral plane Kapu where that is the only place someone pays attention to you.
Bitter anons!
Kapu I left you a message at your blog. I hope you get a smile from it. :)
Maybe Wendy's cell will work tomorrow and she can call someone. Went to go check my 41 emails in my inbox. I am bad at responding.
Is it all clear. I was not getting into anything with all of that
okay then...again
Well did you know that Smokey Joe's Bar here in the hotel is not smokey at all? Yeah, it's no smoking. I'm off again to find someplace to smoke. I need a smoke. Can we say the drive was over 10 hours? I need a smoke.
Kapu, who were you making fun of?
11:26, I hope so.
Elena, don't you just LOVE 10 hour drives? So what brings you to Chicago?
Elena, that is a long drive! That sucks when you cant even have a smoke in a bar! I hate that. Good to know that you got there in one piece and safe. Hope you had good music and didnt fight over the tunes. Long drives need good tunes.
Goodnight.
Why do I somehow DOUBT that Kapunua has a young beautiful body?? Please, get over yourself! MAYO DOESN'T CARE
"They were so soft like my body."
OH MY GOD!!! GET OVER YOURSELF!!
A gift at your altar of snark Kapu.
Ignore the people who don't get it. How can anyone be so stupid?
Hi Elena. Uhh, if you need to find a place to smoke, you might need to go outside. There's a smoking ban in public places such as bars in Chicago.
Hi anon! I'm alright Amy, just a little non happy right now, but, I just had this pint of ice cream called Sheer Bliss; The most smootest, delicious, decadent vanilla ice cream I ever had :)
How are you?
The Dead Blog Sweetheart. It has a certain je ne sais quoa! Or however you spell it....
Not doing too badly tonight. I just had a hot bath, and it was really relaxing. I'm going hunting for a new MOH gown tomorrow and making goulash for supper in the evening.
Ice cream sounds good. But it's also -2 outside right now.
" Exposing my sleek beautiful nubile body.
"
Gags, vomits onto the computer.....
OMG, some of you are stupid.
For Kapu. This has lots of cool info and a pic that I admit is hot! I never really thought about it before.
Think of it as roses on the grave of the dead blog sweetheart. LOL
Not roses.... maybe spit
The blog is dead?
No, the IQ level just dropped about 35 points.
Mayo! I put Sex Files on pause so that I could say Happy Anniversary to you and to the blog at midnight.
So, Mayo, happy anniversary to you and to the blog at midnight!
^_^
Okay I found a 7-11 and now have Captain Morgan. I smoked on the way walking there. Oh and I saw the Starbucks for morning. Okay things are looking up.
Anons, thanks! I'm right clicking and saving. Thank you. Yum yum.
I'm afraid I wasn't following and was too movie-quote involved to understand how I got to be the dead blog sweetheart, but okay. ^_^ Thanks. :)
Happy one year at BlogBelieve.
Back to Alex Krycek and the rest.
hello, everyone.
That's cool Amy. It's that damn cold overthere, isn't it? Yikes. 0_o
Hey TJ
How's it going?
BC, it sure as hell ain't warming up. Welcome to Autumn in Canada. :P
Hiya Teej, welcome back Elena!
*wonders if she should bake Mayo an anniversary cake*
Hello there squeak squeak :)
hi elena. it's okay. how are you? how's chicago? (how was the drive with the offspring??)
hello amyranth, hi bc. *squeak*
:)
Hey Amy
Yep I'm back. Well I'm baaaaack baaaaack baaaaack baaaaack
Sorry AC/DC moment
*yawns*
Wow, I'm not used to being up this late at all. :P
Amy you tired? Come on lets have A PARTY.
*yawn*
that was the lamest Kapu. Please stay gone.
To explain the blog sweet heart being dead.... Well you were never even the 'blog sweetheart' to begin with. You would have to be sweet for that to happen. So there's no use explaining it.
GOOD BYE.
Bump
Bump Kapu's shit off the page
... Well, you DID bring rum.
PAAAARRRTTTYYYYYY!!!
Bump Kapu's midnight post off the page
THANKS!!!!
Stay gone please
i brought the peanut butter! you can't have a party without peanut butter.
*runs into the kitchen*
*runs back out with a Miracle Cake*
Who wants some Miracle Cake? Goes GREAT with rum!!
Hi!
Has anyone heard from Wendy today?
Hiya mya!
Nothing on my end yet, she might have been able to call Emerald and J though. We won't know until they get near a computer.
Thanks, Amy
Oh, and...
Happy Anniversary!
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