There was never more time
than when I was 23,
bold, brash and free.
I called out to any, to all…
you will never make me fall
as I pushed back
up from the pavement.
It is faster now, time.
Being no longer 23,
with a near carbon-copy me
I chase after and hold
for a moment, to keep
her from falling.
She will, I know.
Just as she tumbles head over heels in the grass, a summersault.
She will tumble a life.
Over and over, the days
I can salve and bandage her knee,
treat the sting of a bee,
turn her ear to my voice
singing on or off key.
She will stop crying,
only momentarily
before she will be
pushing off of 23.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
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something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 2801 – 3000 of 5001 Newer› Newest»I agree, 8:10. Except for when Wendy was 'anoning' the other day and having conversations with herself. Then we had Martha Jones last night with her signature misspellings. Now that was funny!
You're right 8:11. You didn't say you weren't his fan. You said you weren't his fanclub.
But that doesn't mean we're his fanclub.
A fact of which I'm sure he's grateful for.
lol
Martha and Wendy's names brought up. ✔
Now we wait for Mya and Amy to be mentioned. ❑
Then the OPS. ❑
Lewis could be mentioned again. ✔
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2, 3, 4
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run
out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run
faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run
out run my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better run better run
faster than my bullet
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Greetings, young pony Folk. Discord here and tonight I bring you Discord's disturbing Pony Tales.
Oh and try a cupcake, I hear they are to die for.
Cupcakes
By Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown
Edited by Edinpony
WARNING: This fanfiction is incredibly gory, and may ruin your appreciation of a certain My Little Pony character as well as the titular baked goods. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The air was warm, the sun was shining, and everypony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive.
Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes. Dash had gotten so caught up in her exercises that she’d nearly forgotten that Pinkie had asked to meet her at Sugercube Corner at three. Pinkie hadn’t said why or what they’d be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, it could be anything. Dash wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinkie off to continue flying. But, Dash’s conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie’s feelings; after all, Pinkie had said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. Dash considered it and thought “why not?” What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Pinkie might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull on folks, and they’d had so much fun the last time. Dash kicked into overdrive to make up for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
When Dash walked into the store, she was immediately greeted by her host, who was bouncing in excitement. “Yay, you’re here! I’ve been waiting aaall day,” said the jumping pony.
“Sorry if I’m a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time,” Dash apologized.
Pinkie giggled and responded in a gleefully reassuring tone, “Oh that’s ok, you’re here now. What‘s a few more minutes? I’ve been sooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we’re gonna do, I haven’t stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breathe I’ve been so happy.”
Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She had always appreciated Pinkie Pie’s friendly, outgoing way of life, but Pinkie’s overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash maintained a polite expression, however. If Pinkie was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good.
“So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I’ve got everything all ready,” the pink pony said.
Dash psyched herself up. “You betcha, Pinkie. So what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I’ve been thinking about. Or maybe you’ve got some stunts you think I should try? Or perhaps…”
“MAKING CUPCAKES!” Pinkie happily announced.
“Baking?” Dash was disappointed. “Pinkie, you know I’m not good at baking. Remember last time?”
“Oh that’s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I’ll be doing most of the work,” Pinkie explained.
Dash thought for about it for a second. “Well, alright, I guess that’s ok. What exactly do you need me to do?”
“That’s the spirit. Here you go.” Pinkie handed Dash a cupcake.
Dash was puzzled “I thought I was helping you bake.”
“You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
“So, is this like taste testing or something?”
“Sorta,” Pinkie said.
Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
“Ok, now what?” Dash asked.
“Now,” Pinkie informed her, “You take a nap.”
Puzzled, Dash opened her mouth but felt instantly lightheaded. A wave of dizziness washed over her, the world spun, and seconds later she collapsed to the floor.
When Dash regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart. Dash’s wings were the only part of her not tied down, and they fluttered frantically while she struggled to escape. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped suddenly into her line of sight.
“Goodie, you’re awake. Now we can get started,” Pinkie stated gleefully. She bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.
“Pinkie, what’s going on? I can’t move!” Dash said urgently.
“Well duh, that’s because you’re tied down,” chided Pinkie. “That’s why you can’t move. I didn’t think you’d need to be told that.”
“But why? What’s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.”
“You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.”
“Special ingredient?” Dash was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. “What special ingredient?”
Pinkie giggled and responded “You, silly!”
Dash’s eyes widened, and her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh and said, in a voice bordering on hysteria, “Woo, you really got me there, Pinkie pie. I mean, tricking me in to thinking I’m gonna get made into a cupcake? I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you’re the best.”
Pinkie only giggled even more. “Aw, thanks Dash. But I haven’t done any pranks today, so I can’t accept your praise.”
Dash was struggling again. “Pinkie, come on, this isn’t funny.”
“Then why were you laughing?” Before Dash could answer, Pinkie grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. On the cart was a tray containing various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and wickedly sharp, as well as a large medical bag.
Dash was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind raced as she tried to reason with the pink pony. “You can’t do this Pinkie! I’m your friend!”
“I know you are and that’s why I’m so happy that I’ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.” Pinkie was skipping again.
“But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they’ll come looking for me and then you’ll get found out,” Dash cried in desperation.
“Oh, Dash,” said Pinkie. “Don‘t worry, there are plenty of pegasus ponies to take care of a few clouds. And besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I’ve been doing this?” And with that ominous statement, the lights suddenly came to life and revealed the rest the room.
“Oh no.” Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Pinkie Pie flair. Colorful streamers of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were attached to the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed upon seeing the center piece of the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were wearing party hats made from their own skin. With a thrill of terror, Dash recognized one of them as Apple Bloom’s classmate Twist. Dash’s eyes
darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several tanned pony hides, the words “Life is a party” were scrawled on it in blood red.
Dash’s attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She gaped at Pinkie Pie, who was standing right in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all of different colors. As the earth pony skipped in excitement, her necklace of severed unicorn horns clacked together loudly.
“Like it?” Pinkie asked. “I made it myself.”
Desperately, Dash pleaded with the smiling pony before her. “Pinkie please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”
“Oh Dash, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that your number came up and, well, I don’t make rules. We can’t turn back now.”
Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
“Aww, don’t be sad Dash,” said Pinkie. “Look, this’ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.”
Seemingly out of nowhere, Pinkie produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
Dash gaped in shock. “Is…is that….is…that?”
“Hey, Dash lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs,” Pinkie mimicked. “I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party for about twenty minutes? That wasn’t enough time to play with her of course; I had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was worth it for the flavor alone. Griffons taste like two animals at once, it’s amazing. I know she didn’t have a number like everyone else in Ponyville, but when was I gonna get another chance to try griffon? I probably should have asked where she came from so I could have gotten more, but I forgot. I’ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. She lasted a long time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody other than a pony and try new things. It’s too bad she had such a meanie mouth. She said so much bad stuff I just had to take her tongue out. You know, bad language makes for bad feelings, Rainbow Dash.”
Dash didn’t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed in her tight bonds.
“Well” said Pinkie with an air of finality, “that’s enough reminiscing. It’s time to begin.”
Putting down Gilda’s skull, the pink pony gripped a scalpel in the cleft of her hoof and walked over to Dash’s right flank. Without any flair, Pinkie placed the blade an inch above Dash’s cutie mark and began a circular cut around it. Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed a curved skinning knife from the tray. Screwing up her face in concentration, she worked it under Dash’s skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle. Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh peel off. Pinkie then moved to the other side and repeated the process on Dash’s left flank. Once she had finished, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them like pompoms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs burned like nothing she had felt before.
Placing the ragged patches of skin down, Pinkie selected a large butcher knife and walked behind the blue pegasus. “Hope you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna wing it now,” Pinkie laughed. She grabbed Dash’s left wing in her mouth and played with it for a few seconds, yanking it back so the sharp pain reignited the fire in Dash’s flanks. Then, stretching the wing out, Pinkie brought the blade down hard at the base. Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie’s aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed, and carved a huge slice into Dash’s back.
“Dash, you gotta stay still or I’ll keep missing,” scolded Pinkie as her friend howled.
O_O
Pinkie took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again. Blood sprayed into the air, but Pinkie realized she wasn’t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.
“Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I’ll try something else,” stated Pinkie matter-of-factly as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, embedding the blade in the table. Through the haze of pain and tears, Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.
“Got it! Say Dash, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn’t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don’t get it.”
Pinkie placed the tool over the mangled flesh of the last attempt. Standing on her hind legs, she worked the saw back and forth with her front hooves. It sliced effortlessly through the bone and skin. The feeling of the jagged teeth grinding into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched numbly as her wing flew over her head and landed with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved to the next wing and started sawing. Dash didn’t struggle this time; she’d given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abruptly, the sawing paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by a sliver.
“Hey Dash,” Pinkie piped up. “Think fast!”
Suddenly, Pinkie yanked the wing as hard as she could. The bone snapped but the blue pony’s skin held, then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down Dash’s back to her rump. Her body seized at the unexpected trauma. As her pelvis tensed up, Dash felt a warm release between her legs, and her loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
Dash awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinkie lashed out at her helpless victim.
“Didn’t anybody teach you any manners? It’s very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it if I came over to your house and went to sleep? ‘Oh I’m sorry Dash, you’re so boring I think I’ll take a nap.’ You think I like always doing this by myself? I told you how excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here with me while I worked. But NOOOOO! You’ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought you were tough. I thought you could handle anything. I’ve had foals stand up better than you! Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to remember you, as a baby?”
As Pinkie stopped to catch her breath, Dash blinked and sobbed softly. Her back was in agony, her sides were on fire, and there was an intense pain in one of her legs. As she blinked again, she saw Pinkie pop something red into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing Dash’s stare, Pinkie quickly gulped the morsel down.
“What?” Pinkie asked. “Oh, this?” She held up another piece. “Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you’re not bad. Wanna try some?”
Without waiting for a response, Pinkie shoved the strip of meat into the revolted pegasus pony’s mouth. Dash gagged, and immediately spit it out. Pinkie frowned, and picked up the chunk of flesh. “If you didn’t want it, you could have said no.” She contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then gulped it up. “It’s not like you haven’t had my cupcakes before.”
Swallowing, Pinkie turned her attention to a small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenalin filled her veins, Dash began to panic again. Picking up the can, Pinkie walked over to Dash’s left. Holding some tongs with her mouth, Pinkie carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her victim’s front left leg and hoof. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.
“No Pinkie!” Dash screamed. “NO! NO!”
O_o
The hammer came down and the nail punctured Dash’s skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash screamed as she pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing her raw skin to rub and tear. Pinkie tried to line up another nail, but couldn’t find her aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Pinkie brought the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.
“PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!”
Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting down the hammer and tongs, she walked back in front of her friend and stared pensively at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn’t even cry this much when she had a live parasprite stuffed down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.
Rotating a wheel on the rack, Pinkie laid Dash on her back, then moved to Dash’s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Picking up her tools, Pinkie drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into the bottom of Dash’s hoof. As Dash yelled in pain, Pinkie moved around and drove a second nail into the other hoof. Next, Pinkie went back to her cart and located an enormous battery and controller, which she dragged over to where she was working. She tied copper wires between the terminals and the nails driven into Dash’s hooves, then gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch.
Electricity rocketed through Dash’s body. The blue pony reacted immediately; her body seized, and her muscles snapped taut. Dash’s hips thrust skyward, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place, then reached down and turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably, and her bladder emptied once more.
After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power. Wisps of steam rose from the singed fur around Dash’s hooves, and the area reeked of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. Pinkie rotated Dash upright again and tried snap the drooling, delirious pony back to attention.
“Dash? Dash! Rainbow Dash, wake up!” Dash moaned and managed to give a modicum of weak acknowledgment. Pinkie studied her handiwork, then reached into the medicine bag and produced a large syringe. “Alright, time for the last round.”
Dash focused blearily on the needle, which Pinkie took as a question as to what it was.
“This is a little something to take the pain away,” Pinkie informed Dash as she walked around to her victim’s ruined back. Dash flinched as Pinkie jabbed the needle into the lower part of the blue pony’s spine. Moving in front of her friend again, Pinkie leaned down and elaborated.
“In a few minutes, you won’t be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you’ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.”
Dash started to cry again. “Pinkie?” she choked out.
“Yeah?”
“I want to go home,” Dash sobbed.
“Yeah, I can see wanting to do that,” replied the party pony. “Sometimes, I just wanna give up, just say ‘I’m done with this mess’ and go to bed. But you know what? You can’t shrug off your responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That’s the only way you’re gonna get ahead in life.”
Dash hung her head and cried.
Minutes passed as the drug took effect. Eventually, Dash was completely numb from her chest to her flanks. At this point, Pinkie approached with a scalpel. Glancing at Dash and smiling, Pinkie made a long horizontal cut across the pegasus pony’s pelvis, just above her crotch. Moving up Dash’s body, Pinkie made a similar incision under her ribs. Finally, Pinkie made a long vertical cut down Dash’s stomach, connecting the first two.
“Looks like I got my ‘I’ on you, Dash,” Pinkie giggled.
With a moist, gooey sound, the flaps of skin opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash’s breathing to intensify. Pinkie carefully sliced open Dash’s abdominal sac and grabbed her large intestines. As she separated the organ from the rest of the digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Pinkie grew jovial. Laughing as she gutted her friend, Pinkie began to make jokes. Dash, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss, tried desperately to shut out the macabre comedy act.
“Look at me, I’m Rarity!” Pinkie laughed, slinging the intestinal tube around her neck and spraying blood in all directions. “Isn’t my new scarf soooo pretty?”
Reaching back inside, she sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed the slimy organ through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. “Dentists say you gotta floss every day, Dash.”
Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Disappointed, Pinkie dived back into the blue pony’s guts, ramping up her routine.
“Aw, don’t go yet Dash.” Pinkie started pulling out the rest of Dash’s organs, pausing with each removal. “I know I can be a real pancreas, but you know I’m just kidney with you. You really got to learn to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a stomach for them.”
Pinkie placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for bit longer. “Ooo, bagpipes.” she said, placing the end of Dash’s esophagus in her mouth and the stomach in her armpit. She squeezed, and a spurt of acid hit her tongue. “Eww! Oh hey look, there’s your cupcake, Dash!”
Dash didn’t hear her tormentor. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Pinkie, not yet satisfied, hit Dash with another adrenaline shot. Dash woke up for the last time, her heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the wound in her chest in great spurts. It wouldn’t be long now.
Pinkie brought Dash around onto her back again and straddled the blue pony’s chest, scalpel at the ready.
“Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I’m disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it’s my fault; I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well. It was really was nice knowing you, Dash!”
The blade sunk into the blue throat and worked its way up to Dash’s chin. Coming back down, Pinkie’s scalpel then circled Dash’s neck. The last thing Rainbow Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, and the metal of the blade scraping her teeth.
Then she was gone.
Pinkie Pie stared into the mirror. She had done a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked, and Dash winked back. Pinkie smiled.
But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. Dash had only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as Pinkie had wanted. She looked back at the cadaver hanging in the center of the room, the last of her friend’s fluids draining into a pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
As she looked, Pinkie cocked her head. She began to take notice of the fact that there really wasn’t much damage to the corpse. “It fact,” the pink pony mused, “I think….” An idea exploded in her head. She was good at sewing and she had all the pieces, all she had to do was put them back together. Yeah, she just had to get some stuffing and bingo, she’d have Rainbow Dash forever. In fact, thought Pinkie, that’s what she’d do for all her best friends when their numbers came up. She was so excited, she skipped right over to the body with her skinner to get started. The cupcakes could wait; Pinkie Pie had a friend to make.
o_O
I thought you people would be more into The Hunger Games than some retro ponies.
Night Feeding
BY MURIEL RUKEYSER
Deeper than sleep but not so deep as death
I lay there dreaming and my magic head
remembered and forgot. On first cry I
remembered and forgot and did believe.
I knew love and I knew evil:
woke to the burning song and the tree burning blind,
despair of our days and the calm milk-giver who
knows sleep, knows growth, the sex of fire and grass,
renewal of all waters and the time of the stars
and the black snake with gold bones.
Black sleeps, gold burns; on second cry I woke
fully and gave to feed and fed on feeding.
Gold seed, green pain, my wizards in the earth
walked through the house, black in the morning dark.
Shadows grew in my veins, my bright belief,
my head of dreams deeper than night and sleep.
Voices of all black animals crying to drink,
cries of all birth arise, simple as we,
found in the leaves, in clouds and dark, in dream,
deep as this hour, ready again to sleep.
3:20, I only just heard about The Hunger Games yesterday! There's a bit of a buzz going on about THG amongst people who like A Game of Thrones.
Koushun Takami's Battle Royale is more my style.
That looks interesting, 4:05.
Greetings one and all. How ya diddling?
Anonymous said...
Are you people so deluded and sheltered from the world that you think the only people who have ever seen a film with Joseph-Gordon Levitt in it come from VV's blog?
Yes, I come from there, but I'm only here because of the idiotic comment one of you trolls left there.
Believe me, the whole world knows about and loves JGL. He was voted ONTD's Most Desired Male last year. He's in the new Batman film. He is currently being touted as a nominee for a Golden Globe for 50/50, which is still playing in theaters right now. He was nominated for a Golden Globe a couple of years ago for (500)Days of Summer, which Marc Webb (recognize the name? He directed all of your beloved MCR's most famous videos, including Helena and GOY) directed. He also just signed to do Quentin Tarantino's next film. He's a big deal, whether you guys know it or not.
Yeah, some of us at VV like him and we talk about hitRECord a lot. But that doesn't mean we're his fanclub. This guy is everywhere right now. Get used to it.
- Lol Kapunua you are so damn obvious! "Believe me, the whole world knows about and loves JGL" That's a big statement. I'm pretty sure the whole world doesn't love him, I don't for one. Back to VVs you go my sweet
Hey anon, how's things?
I'm sat here writing a letter of complaint to my local council. I'm struggling a bit to be honest. If I was allowed to write it in Welsh it would've been finished by now!
What are you complaining about, may I ask? Or is that too nosey?
They're gonna close down our school. The whole village is against it.
It's theme is similar to The Hunger Games 3:59.
Lol Kapunua you are so damn obvious! "Believe me, the whole world knows about and loves JGL" That's a big statement. I'm pretty sure the whole world doesn't love him, I don't for one. Back to VVs you go my sweet
So if someone posts anything about JGL they're automatically Kapunua. Oookay
Gah! Going on protests and having my say in the council chamber I'm good at. Writing letters, not so good:(
*gulp*
Help!
Have a break, have a Kit Kat.
or a Ferrero Rocher
Ooooh, Ferrero Rocher:)
Thank Crunchie it's Friday
I can't see anyone else bothering to write so much about him on here other then her to be honest 5.02. Did you write that about him?
Oh no Welshie, sorry to hear about your school. I hope all the protesting goes well. If you need help you can always look up template letters on google. I'm sure you can get guidelines on how to write a good letter of complaint. Hope that helps some. Best of luck
It's completely ridiculous to think that anyone who likes JGL is Kapunua. Just as ridiculous as it is to think anyone who likes MCR or Gerard is Elena. But then most of the people here are ridiculous.
It's also ridiculous to say that anyone who has seen Mysterious Skin is from the VV blog. I saw that movie years ago, before either one of these blogs existed, and I'm the one who brought it up. It's the only film I know that deals with child sexual abuse by an athletic coach in such a graphic, realistic, and disturbing way. It was relevant to the conversation.
Oh, but I forgot that most of you guys always have to somehow find a way to bring the conversation back around to either Elena's fanfic or Kapunua and how much you hate her.
How do you know so much about what goes on at VV's?
You know what I think? I think you're the person who goes back and forth between the two blogs trying to stir up trouble. It's obvious that someone does that -- plays both ends against the middle so to speak, just to stir up trouble.
I think you might even be the person who originally posted the links to Elena's fics, first there, then here.
This makes perfect sense to me. I've always suspected that crazy Graffiti Anon as being a troll. It seems she's always stirring up trouble. She wraps it in the guise of being the DEFENDER OF MAYO'S!, but whenever she comes around, arguments and chaos is soon to follow.
These poor, sad, tired old bitches probably never get out of the house long enough to see a movie. I bet most of them couldn't even tell you the last time they went to the cinema. Probably Watchmen because "Gee" did a song for the soundtrack.
LOL.
7:25, look up template letters on google? why the hell didn't I think of that! Bloody daft I am:(
Anyway letter is sorted. I'll admit it's not brilliant but it's the sentiment behind it that counts don't you think? or not?:/
I get my sentences muddled up in english as I'm sure you're all aware of. *blushes*
Off to deliver my letter then on to visit my sister. God I hope there's some improvement today.
Well bugger, am I one of the bitches you're referring to anon?
True anon, I couldn't tell you the last time I went to the movies. Can't stand the bloody place. Having to sit down for bloody hours. No, me and movies don't get on.
Watchmen? Nope, not seen it. Never will.
No Welshie, you're actually a nice person, and you don't feel the need to put down things other people like. Don't care for the company you keep though.
Correction:
You don't feel the need to put down things you really know nothing about, but that you've decided you don't like, just because someone you hate likes them.
The idea of people depriving themselves of the enjoyment of some really good movies just because their "enemy" (LOL) likes them is just insane.
See, I don't know where people get the impression that I'm a nice person. I'm not really. I can be a right cow at times. Ask my ex. hahaha.
Don't care for the company you keep though.
Can I ask who you mean, cos I'm quite happy in everyone's company. I have no favourites.
Got to go now anon or else I'm gonna be late for my hospital visit.
I've been rushing around and getting changed in front of the computer. Hope you didn't see me in my pants. :)
Speak to you all soon.
Toodle-oo.
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh! Discord is spreading disturbing tales again. Worse than that. She's given away my special cupcakes recipe's secret ingredient.
Lies. Lies. Lies. It's all lies! Dashie is fine. She's with me now. I'm having her for dinner.
Okie dokie.
la la la la la la la
Pinkie Pie
good morning!
Hope your letter gets some attention Welshie, along with others who are trying to save the school, it's always a great shame when $ makes decisions
Hiya guys, how are you all?
Some good news. My sister is slightly better. I sat by her bedside for hours yesterday and she managed a few sips of water.
That is such good news Welshie. Please keep us updated with each improvement, give us something to smile about.
Good luck with your letter to the council sweetie. Your English is 100% better than my Welsh.
The pony story was scary, I won't sleep tonight now. Who'd have thought something in such a nice pastel shade could be so evil.
Did everyone wear their poppies today? My friend had a huge one which dropped off everytime she stood up.
Lest we forget!
Have a great weekend everyone.
Happy Veterans Day! A special day to honor and give thanks to heros who should be thanked every day. :)
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Make a wish.
MissT!!!!!!
*glomps you*
Please excuse me, everyone. I was just so dang excited to see that wonderful, beautiful lady! Can anyone blame me? I would think NOT!
So, Mayo... "are you ready for some FOOTBALL?"!!!! LOL!!!! Hank Williams, Jr. for the eternal (football and free speech) WIN!!!! It's a sad, sad day in American history when people no longer understand analogies, ain't it?! Where the hell did we go wrong?
I'll tell you where we went wrong. (Yes, I AM talking to/answering myself.) We allowed the promise of our future (the education of our children/the educational system) and the roots of our past (our veterans and senior citizens) to be sacrificed for self fulfilling agendas, corporate corruption, false promises and a whole lotta bullshit buying. Big brother would be so proud of the world today. He would be. I AM NOT!
Anywho! Getting back to FOOTBALL (which was, pretty much, where I started) ... GEAUX #1 ranked LSU TIGERS!!!!! ROAR!!!!!!
So, what song shall it be tonight (before I start posting my VOODOO pictures?) Shall it be "Hey Fighting Tigers"? Perhaps "Chinese Bandits"? No, I think tonight calls for some "HELL NO"!!!! Hell yeah!
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~~Hell NO!~~
by: Better Than Ezra
Put your ear up to the speaker
Let your jaw drop
Witness this power of suggestion
Blow the roof off
Gods of war march into battle
Make the ground shake
Crowd appears, countdown has begun
Drop the bomb, 4, 3, 2, 1
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna sit down
Hell No! Y'all ,Gonna shake this mother to the ground
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna back down
Hell No! Y'all, Gonna put you suckers in the ground
Fourth and long,
Casualties abound
In the hot sun
Final play, pile up in the endzone
Deed is done,
Damn, glad we won.
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna sit down
Hell No! Y'all ,Gonna shake this mother to the ground
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna back down
Hell No! Y'all, Gonna put you suckers in the ground
Man, you will never let anybody disrespect you
Hell no!
You will keep your head held high
Whether you win or you lose
Because no one will come into our house
And tell us what to do!
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna sit down
Hell No! Y'all ,Gonna shake this mother to the ground
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna back down
Hell No! Y'all, Gonna put you suckers in the ground
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna sit down
Hell No! Y'all ,Gonna shake this mother to the ground
Hell No! Y'all, We ain't gonna back down
Hell No! We ain't gonna back down.
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Yeah, that's right!
;)
GEAUX TIGERS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Welshie: I'm so pleased to hear that your sister is doing better. Please give my best to mom and that very special little one (in waiting). I hope we can repair the world ( that we were put here to care for) a bit more before her arrival!
Back in bit with my VOODOO LOVE (and LIGHT) pictures!
:)
You know, some of those "Paper Empires" and cardboard crowns could be a whole lot sturdier than anyone could have ever imagined. One or two of them could be as indestructible as the great pyramids! It all depends upon the foundation and the adhesive, I suppose.
;)
Just doing some thinking aloud there!
~~It was such a thrill it was hurtin' me (ooh!)
I was sufferin' in ecstasy
She had me turnin' flips and-a shoutin' out loud (yah-hah!)
A sip of her love and I was walkin' on a cloud
One night a week is-a plenty enough
It's a good thing for me they don't bottle that stuff [pop!]
Well, my heart begins to fly like a dove
When I take a double shot of my baby's love
Double shot of my baby's love, yeah yeah, yeah
Double shot of my baby's love, yeah yeah, yeah
A potion that I had too much of
It was a double shot of my baby's love
Oh, I think I need ONE more
One more for the road!~~
Sorry! I'm listening to my BTE "Death Valley ep"... yet again. I'm telling ya, it's addictive!
:P
Up next, "TIGER BY THE TAIL"!!!!
I shall listen to (and sing along) with that one whilst posting my VOODOO picture links.
:)
Okay... here we go. I could just post the whole album; but, I got some extra time tonight (I'll sleep when I'm dead) so, I think I shall post my favorite photos (of the ones that I've gotten around to uploading and editing) one by one! Ya'll don't mind, do ya'll?
;p
Really, these are the extra PRUDDY artsy ones. Some of you artsy type folks might appreciate them... but, only if ya look!
~~VOODOO Experience 2011 ~ as unique as its host city, NOLA~~
~~The BIG EZ~~
~~Where Y'at?~~
~~Eatin' some NOLA FOODS ~~
~~with the LOVE DR. under the old oak tree!~~
~~Right down yonder from the Preservation Hall stage~~
~~which is right to the left of the WWOZ Budlight stage!~~
And, just LOOK at that gorgeous crescent moon!!!!!
~~Does anyone have a sharp, long, silver pin a can borrow?~~
;)
I interrupt myself to try and find BTE's "WWOZ" song on youtube...
Found it. Is now VERY HAPPY and shall get back to posting VOODOO FEST picture links!
~~ self happiness and LOVE go hand in hand!~~
~~some extra LOVE is always welcomed!~~
~~even in BEL AIR! ~~
~~Bel Air's skies can't possibly be bluer than this sky over NOLA!~~
~~VOODOO/Vodoun was so happy, he cried sun rays!!!!~~
~~and he cried some more SUN RAYS!~~
*just before MASTODON took the stage and he anointed them*!
~~The prior night, the MOON was happy when SOUNDGARDEN played!~~
~~SOUND GARDEN!!!!!!!~~
~~CHRIS CORNELL!!!!!~~
~~ I LOVE THEM!!!~~
~~I love bangs and blue lights too!!!~~
;)
~~and I still love me some MCR musque! and mystique!!!!~~
Okay, I'm tired now! LOL at myself! Here is link to my flickr album. Believe it or not, I didn't post the (individual) links to all of my photos and I STILL have many, many more to add!!! Like: Dumpstaphunk, Social Distortion, Mastodon and so on...
~~VOODOO 2011 photos~~
Now, I must get back to reorganizing my calendar. I seem to have made such a mess of it yet again.
Umm... RED JUMPSUIT at The Varsity next Friday, right? I iz so confused!
:P
Goodnight, everyone!!! Sweet, non confusing dream to one and all (well, to most of ya!)!
:P
Stay safe out there, everyone!!!!!!
Hugs and Love,
~Namaste~
6/Wendy
PS: "Hey, hey baby... I wanna know~oo~oo..."
;)
Pardon me; but, I could not HELP but notice this:
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These poor, sad, tired old bitches probably never get out of the house long enough to see a movie. I bet most of them couldn't even tell you the last time they went to the cinema. Probably Watchmen because "Gee" did a song for the soundtrack.
LOL.
November 11, 2011 8:47 AM
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Cinema? CINEMA? Really, 8:47? And you have the audacity to call anyone here, any of us, "old bitches"? Please. You made my 12 year nephew spit out his mouth full of V~8 Splash with that "cinema" crap! Seriously, I offered to take him to the "cinema" and he nearly went into convulsions!
However, he is thinking about coming to this JUST ANNOUNCED GeasonGras with his old bitch of a Nanny! Should be FUN!!!! And, it's for a great cause! I hear that BTE is playing and I haven't seen them nearly enough this year.
;)
Anyone who would like to find out more about GleasonGras 2011 may do so by
~~clicking here!~~
Basically,
~~Team Gleason is an organization driven to generate public awareness for Amyothrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), raise funding to empower those with ALS to live a rewarding life, and ultimately find a cure for ALS. Team Gleason consists of two components:
1.The Gleason Initiative Foundation - a 501c3 working to help others with ALS
2. Gleason Family Trust - for those wanting to directly support Steve & his family
WHAT IS GLEASON GRAS SUPPORTING?
The purpose of The Louisiana Hospitality Foundation event is to raise awareness for ALS and to support the Gleason Family Trust. The Gleason Family Trust is set up to help offset the incremental costs of living with ALS. Contributions go toward Steve's participation in advanced and experimental technology, equipment and treatments.
There ya go! Like I said, it's a great cause and it should be a great day/night filled with amazing and delicious talent (music and food wise!)!
*smiles and waves*
Night night, everyone!!!!!
:)
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Did you really just call someone out for using the word "cinema?" Because, asshole, that's what a lot of us call it in Europe. Oh wait! You're too America-centric to even think that other people live outside of there.
You have to keep in mind what class of people you're dealing with. Ever seen the Beverly Hilbillies?
In England, people always say "I'm going to the cinema."
"Movies" makes you sound like you're about three years old.
How ridiculous that you're using a twelve year old as a yardstick for what is considered acceptable language. A twelve year old would probably go into "convulsions" if you said the word "penis".
OH, they're English. Shocked.
Damn! How dare us uncivilized Americans not know the proper word to use for something we invented in the first place? How dare we call something we make in Hollywood "the movies", when that's what they have always been called, even since the beginning of moving pictures? The shame!
I suppose we should just adopt the British way of thinking and talking and accept what the Monarchy over there tells us to do, seeing as how we're still one of their colonies.
Oh but WAIT! There was this pesky thing called Boston Tea Party, where we Americans told y'all to STUFF IT, before we proceeded to kick your red coated asses in a little thing called the Revolutionary War. Then, 200 years later, we saved your asses in a little skirmish called WWII. Any of you stuck up Brits remember that?
So might I suggest you shut the fuck up with your pretentious CINEMA nonsense and get with the program!
^That.
lol 3:32
Some hillbilly music.
Come on down and dance,
If you get the chance,
We're gonna spit on the rival.
Alls I wanna know,
Is how far you wanna go,
Blimey 3.32, you have one hell of a chip on your shoulder.
lol 3:32. Calm down dear, calm down ^_~
Got a little change in my pocket going jingle lingle ling
Want to call you on the telephone baby I give you a ring
My honey my baby don't put my love upon no shelf
She said don't give no lines and keep your hands to yourself ;)
So might I suggest you shut the fuck up with your pretentious CINEMA nonsense and get with the program!
It's not nonsense, it is a real word. A word we all use in the UK, and some parts of Europe. It's not pretentious if it is the word we actually use for it. I understand that as you are American you may not have known that. But having a broader way of thinking is probably a good idea when commenting on a blog that has people from the UK and USA, NZ and AUS etc etc. That way you won't offend unnecessarily.
Oh, and we don't say "get with the programme" in England.
^Joking.
Although it is actually true.
Spider got eight legs and
I got two
This guitar got six strings
What about you, well, what do you got?
Pint o the black stuff? don't mind if I do:)
Heading out for some serious giggles.
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Yummy Welshie, enjoy your Guinness. Guinness and giggles, always fun!
Cinema? CINEMA? Really, 8:47? And you have the audacity to call anyone here, any of us, "old bitches"? Please.
I guess it is about appreciating and respecting other countries and cultures. Which Wendy hasn't done in this case.
Narrow-mindness, whether meaningfully or by accident, is still quite ugly.
Wendy doesn't really understand or think about much of anything, it seems like. She comes across as a big, dumb, loud redneck.
When has Wendy ever done anything but spout American Nationalist bullshit? Anon or signed in?
She will never understand or appreciate that there are people out there with a different perspective and world view than the very limited one she has.
3:32 may I suggest that you read up on your history. America only got involved in the war because of the attack on Pearl Harbor not because they decided to save Europe. After the attack your then president decided along with Churchill to initially attack Germany. And the liberalization of Europe was a joint effort between the Americans, British, Australians and other European countries.
Also, let's not forget the role the Soviets played in defeating Hitler.
I'm American.
I LOVE the Brits...
God Save the Queen and all that.
We will always be joined at the hip.
Thats the way it is.
I think most Americans LOVE Europe in General.
France, Italy, Etc...
I don't understand the obsession Americans have with college football. If not for the glorification of that sport at Penn State, the horrific abuse of god only knows how many young boys might have been avoided.
To think that the university president, head coach, and various other officials knew what was going on for nearly ten years, yet did nothing to stop it. Why? Because they didn't want to tarnish the image of the school's almighty football program.
That's some fucked up priorities right there.
Yes, you "LOVE" Europe, but if someone comes in and says "cinema" Wendy will mock you for using "the wrong word." It's just America-centric and ignorant.
I always feel some second hand embarrassment for Wendy whenever she comes in here acting the way she does. I can only imagine that in real life, when people hear her coming they're like, ".... Oh god. Aaaand here we go. :/ "
Unfortunately, a lot of Europeans don't love us. Many of the ones I know have told me that they expect Americans to be loud, brash, under-educated, and culturally ignorant. I wonder where they get that idea?
How dare us uncivilized Americans not know the proper word to use for something we invented in the first place? How dare we call something we make in Hollywood "the movies", when that's what they have always been called, even since the beginning of moving pictures? The shame!
The first moveing pictures were taken by a British photographer named Eadweard Muybridge.
Try again.
*moving
Good "just making it in by 10 minutes" morning!
Hi wendy, hi welshie!
Just been up to a friends garage sale, they are moving to Victoria, which is sad, but will be better for her autistic son than a small rural school, even though they've done a great job with him and he's learned a lot. Miss9 is sad as she's been his helper and friend for the last 5 years and we'll miss him. Going back up later to pick up the things I bought (big solid cedar table and bookshelf) that didn't fit in my car and she'll have a visit & play for a while.
Hope everyone is having a great day.
"Unfortunately, a lot of Europeans don't love us. Many of the ones I know have told me that they expect Americans to be loud, brash, under-educated, and culturally ignorant. I wonder where they get that idea?"
I'm American, and I have to say, please don't think that all of us are like Wendy or even most of the people here. I realize that yes, when a lot of people think of "vulgar, crass, uneducated Americans" the image that Wendy presents comes to mind. WE ARE NOT ALL LIKE THAT.
Cinema? CINEMA? Really, 8:47? And you have the audacity to call anyone here, any of us, "old bitches"? Please. You made my 12 year nephew spit out his mouth full of V~8 Splash with that "cinema" crap! Seriously, I offered to take him to the "cinema" and he nearly went into convulsions!
Seeing as your nephew is only 12 yrs old it might be expected that he went into convulsions hearing something different other than "going to the movies" but you being an adult, i find that you were just being an asshole about it.
I'm American, and I have to say, please don't think that all of us are like Wendy or even most of the people here. I realize that yes, when a lot of people think of "vulgar, crass, uneducated Americans" the image that Wendy presents comes to mind. WE ARE NOT ALL LIKE THAT.
Of course you're not! Americans are some of the most generous, warmest people on earth.
Unfortunately, a lot of Europeans don't love us. Many of the ones I know have told me that they expect Americans to be loud, brash, under-educated, and culturally ignorant. I wonder where they get that idea?
That's true and I think it has more to do with cultural mores: Americans tend to be direct and don't beat around the bush whereas Europeans tend to be less forward and think of themselves as more cultured as their countries are much older with considerable influence on the rest of the western world.
That was an interesting night!
Off of Elena and back to Wendy. What a nice change. ;)
Speaking of, where is Elena? She hasn't posted in few days. :/
Its Turkey time again
You know it always wins
Its Turkey Time again
You know its the only thing.
That keeps us together.
Pure Magic
"Speaking of, where is Elena? She hasn't posted in few days. :/"
Fapping to fantasies of Gerard licking between her wrinkles while LynZ cries.
Oh wait she's a vampire now. No wrinkles. That's part of the fantasy too.
Americans tend to be direct and don't beat around the bush whereas Europeans tend to be less forward and think of themselves as more cultured as their countries are much older with considerable influence on the rest of the western world.
Americans are not "forward". If anything, they do not embrace social change and they tend to be held back by their archaic religious beliefs. The fact that they try to legislate morality puts them barely out of the dark ages.
Also, you don't see the mindless nationalism in Europe that you see in America.
Off of Elena and back to Wendy.
The pendulum will probably swing back. You have to understand, it's very difficult to pick which one of these people is the dumber of the two, and which one is more lol-worthy -- Elena with her middle age fantasies of being with "Gee" foreva and eva or Wendy and her redneck, chest-beating "AMURRICA!" bullshit.
Those two just beg to be made fun of. :)
Americans are not "forward". If anything, they do not embrace social change and they tend to be held back by their archaic religious beliefs. The fact that they try to legislate morality puts them barely out of the dark ages
My impression is that they are forward as in they like to tell you what to do and how things should be, but paradoxically they are the one of the most morally conservative cultures in the western world.
Also, you don't see the mindless nationalism in Europe that you see in America
Not true. France is one of the most nationalist countries in Europe. The Balkan war commenced because of Serbian nationalism. There is a wave of nationalism now sweeping the Scandinavian countries as a response to the massive influx of muslim refugees from Africa.
Extreme nationalism is never a good thing.
Americans are not "forward". If anything, they do not embrace social change and they tend to be held back by their archaic religious beliefs. The fact that they try to legislate morality puts them barely out of the dark ages.
I think what was meant by forward in this case (2.55am), was that Americans can be more in your face, whereas alot of Brits can be a bit embarrassed by this.
My impression is that they are forward as in they like to tell you what to do and how things should be, but paradoxically they are the one of the most morally conservative cultures in the western world.
Yes, I agree with this.
^What I meant to say is that is how I interpretted 2.55's comment re Americans being more forward.
Good morning!
These poor, sad, tired old bitches probably never get out of the house long enough to see a movie. I bet most of them couldn't even tell you the last time they went to the cinema.
They wonder why somebody would would say something about that? DUH. Ridiculous.
That's the well educated, sophisticated, meek, not in your face Brits. You're A Dumbass is another sophisticated term these classy Brits like to use.
*these classy Brits are the ones who've been posting here as Anons.
Most British and European people are nothing like those. Not the ones I've met.
If someone were to address the "sad, tired, and old" part, that would make perfect sense. Latching onto the word "cinema" just shows ignorance.
That's the well educated, sophisticated, meek, not in your face Brits. You're A Dumbass is another sophisticated term these classy Brits like to use.
Don't tar us all with the same brush. I thought that original comment to the regulars here about being poor, sad, tired, old bitches that never go to the cinema, completely stupid and ridiculous.
Remember there are more than one Brit anons here, so please don't think we are all like that. Because we aren't.
But then, Wendy shows her ignorance and classlessness every time she opens her mouth (or types on her keyboard).
You're
They have a thing about calling people ignorant, classless, old, stupid, and dumbasses. It's either they intellect or age they go after. They need to find new insults because those are old and tired. They've been using them for 4 years.
Greetings fellow Brit:)
Fluffy slippers, P.G. Tips, I'm a Celebrity. Rock'n bloody roll!
Indeed Welshie. How's the hangover?
If someone were to address the "sad, tired, and old" part, that would make perfect sense. Latching onto the word "cinema" just shows ignorance.
Seriously, I offered to take him to the "cinema" and he nearly went into convulsions!
However, he is thinking about coming to this JUST ANNOUNCED GeasonGras with his old bitch of a Nanny!
The sad and tired was implied. Most sharp, alert people would have understood that as well as the sarcastic, wink wink, nature of the comment. I'm shocked someone as intelligent as yourself didn't get that.
Couple o cans of Coke, a brisk walk, and 'poof', hangover's a thing of the past:)
They miss a lot and get less. ;)
Couple o cans of Coke, a brisk walk, and 'poof', hangover's a thing of the past:)
Good thing Welshie. What do you think of the I'm a celebrity lot?
in a word? CRAP!
Can someone throw Freddie Starr to the crocodiles please. Thanks.
I can't bear Freddie Starr!
How much work has Stephanie Powers had done?! And Lorraine Chase. Bloody hell.
I like the camp Corrie actor, and Fatima, and good old Dougie!
Lorraine Chase, "Nah, Luton Airport".
Antony Cotton to win!!!
belated
ƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ
Totally going for Antony Cotton too.
Night Welshie. Night all.
Nos da. Nighty night anon. Sweet dreams:)
Again and again.
I got you to hold my hand I got you to understand.
But every night all the men would come around
Giddy up!
That means prepare to be saddled, straddled and ridden hard for those who don't understand hillbilly, redneck, cowboy, wild west or cherokee.
Wait, if love REALLY knows no age, then why does Elena have to be a vampire now? I guess love must know some age after all.
You can't be that much of an unsophisticated, dumbass that you don't understand the connection between the agelessness of love and the agelessness of vampires? Do the regs really need to explain everything to you uneducated, ignorant, pretentious children who have no imagination or understanding of art and creativity?
I guess they do.
Let me try to explain this for you. I will use the simplest terms and tiniest words I can think of for you anons. Brit and American alike.
Vampires are already dead. Dead things do not change much. Cellular activity stops, aging stops, reflexes are absent soon after death. Death is eternal. Timeless. Ageless. Unchangeable except for a stake through the heart for vampires.
The heart. The symbol of human love. That is what must be pierced to destroy the earthly existence of vampire. Once you do that, their soul is free and all that they felt as a human is restored. All love is restored to them. Got it? Is that understood?
Good.
Love is also eternal. Real love can not die. It will always exist and it will go on in some shape or form. As all things that once lived do. True love is as ageless, timeless and unchanging as true death.
Got that? NO? I thought not.
Keep trying. Think on it. Perhaps one day you will get it.
Jeeze. These anons don't have a romantic bone it their bodies. I bet they all just hate Valentines Day.
Unchangeable is 4 syllable word. They probably won't understand that anymore than they understand the fact that love knows no age.
I've crossed oceans of time to find you.
Won't get that either! ;)
VV's must be experiencing a near death experience. That has to be why the vultures are descending upon this blog again. Trying to get some attention for themselves and their hate blog. Don't do it. Don't give them a lifeline. Don't go there and give them the attention they so desperately crave. Let that blog die even if it means they and their friends will bring more of their hated and bitterness here.
"You can't be that much of an unsophisticated, dumbass that you don't understand the connection between the agelessness of love and the agelessness of vampires? "
You actually are that much of a dumbass, because it is obvious to anyone but the stupidest fangirl that vampires are stand-ins for a fear of aging and death.
Elena's earlier fics about Gerard featured her as a human woman and they said "love knows no age." But it's years later, Gerard is actually married to the pig-bitch-whore he was engaged to in her first fics, and Elena isn't getting any younger. She's probably noticing a lot more wrinkles and signs of age.
So in her fantasy, what happens? First of all Gerard divorces the pig-bitch-whore. Second of all... Elena's stand in just stops aging.
It's not about love or symbolism. It's about her realizing she's old enough to be his mother, she's way past an age where she should be trying to hump rock stars, her kids are grown and left, she's probably menopausal so everything is changing.
So her fantasy turns to becoming a vampire, so she can further run away from this reality.
VV's must be experiencing a near death experience. That has to be why the vultures are descending upon this blog again. Trying to get some attention for themselves and their hate blog. Don't do it. Don't give them a lifeline. Don't go there and give them the attention they so desperately crave. Let that blog die even if it means they and their friends will bring more of their hated and bitterness here
You know what I think? You and your perception of an enemy blog make up enough hate and bitterness for everyone here.
Goodness it's only a fantasy! She's not a vampire and it's not true love.
It's just like you to gloss over and totally miss my point. Love is ageless. It is eternal. It is timeless. Fanfic or not. Elena or Stoker or Poe. Longfellow, Byron or Bronte.
All wrote about eternal lust and ageless love. Some better than others but they all wrote about the same thing. Love that could transcend time and space.
You don't understand love or romanticism do you?
*waits for them to come back with you're comparing Elena's fanfic to the works of Byron, Poe, Longfellow, Bronte, etc... lol you dumbass*
No anons. It's not the works that are being compared. It's the theme of the works.
I think I understand it much more than you do and I don't have to live in a state of fantasy.
It's like teaching preschool round here sometimes! You gotta explain every damn thing / word to them.
10:31,
I'm thinking a little more fantasizing could only help you. That's from a person who is not a fan of fanfic but who is even less of a fan of pretentious bullies who don't know when to shut the fuck up.
Doesn't matter what you try to explain. The fact is it's a fantasy and nothing more.
Who do you think you're taking to 10:35?
but who is even less of a fan of pretentious bullies who don't know when to shut the fuck up
Which explains you perfectly. Take your own advice and shut the fuck up instead of being such a condescending, patronizing superficial ass.
Especially pretentious British bullies. Thems the worst. Rude motherf*ckers. ;)
'Cept for those who started the whole Anonymous movement. The ones who are calling bullshit on their own self righteous, superior, pretentious behavior. Those masked anons fuckin' rock. They're calling out everyone from their own police, parliament and so called high society who think that they're better than everyone else to Obama to EU to the UN.
They with the program.
Do as I say not as I do 10:44. That's your lesson, isn't it? I'm a damn good learner.
I think 10:35 made it clear that they were talking to 10:31. Good God. We're going backwards now. Perfect clarity and transparency are no longer understood. WTF is happening here?
It's the pod people. It's got to be!
"No anons. It's not the works that are being compared. It's the theme of the works."
Don't even say that Elena's fap-fodder has a "theme." If there is a "theme" at all, it's that other women who have a romantic connection with her favorite rock star are bitches and villains, and she wants to hump him.
Stop acting like it's worthy enough for a "theme." She's just hating anyone who gets him in real life, and fapping loudly and publicly to her embarrassing fantasies. SHe's the woman you move away from on the bus.
" The fact is it's a fantasy and nothing more."
I have fantasies all the time. But my fantasies don't include making "bad guys" out of actual people who get in the way of my fantasy. I don't write terrible porn about real, actual people. And I definitely would not post my fantasies in public.
Do as I say not as I do 10:44. That's your lesson, isn't it? I'm a damn good learner
You're the hypocrite who assumes too much and points fingers to those that aren't implicated.
They're heeere.
No. It's the people who live in the static of your television and computer screens. The Poltergeists! Don't let them in. Don't answer their calls. Don't open the gateway.
Get to the nearest Holiday Inn Express and throw that TV and monitor out the door.
There is no death. It is only a transition to a different sphere of consciousness.
Who cares if she fantasizes about that moron GW, she's not the first or the last to do so. If he has a problem with her fic he can tell her himself.
She's just hating anyone who gets him in real life,
Like you're hating on her, Wendy, a select few of the other regs?
Why? What is it about them that gets to you so much? What do they have that you want? They must have something or you wouldn't be so obsessed with them. It can't just be their blue eyes and good looks.
^Yes it can!
Are you making up stories 11:09?
Some of you people just relish playing the victims.
Honestly, I don't think GW or any member of MCR read any fanfic anymore to tell anyone to stop making us have sex with other again. They read a few fanfics, were completely turned off, said they were turned off and that's it.
No 11:11. Are you?
The point is if he doesn't care that people write these types of fic about them why should anyone else care?
11:11 is just jealous because they don't have eyes the color of a clear blue sky.
I think you are 11:17.
Maybe I don't or maybe I do 11:19
I think they're jealous because they don't have eyes the color of a crystal blue lake. A lake they would happy to drown in because it's so warm and deep.
So you're saying that your eye color defines you as a person?
so warm and deep
I heard that one today and had to use it somewhere. ;)
You know there are serial killers with eye color of a crystal blue lake. A lake they would happy to drown in because it's so warm and deep
Elena if that's you under the "blue eye" nonsense I don't care if you think you belong to some dense rockstar.
Yes 10:26. That's exactly what I'm saying. Your eye color and your hair color totally define you as a person. Even moreso than where you born. The country or region.
We all know how stupid blondes are. duh.
11:28,
There are more serial killers with the eye color of basic brown. Fact.
You want to get into the eye color, race and religion of most convicted murderers, rapists and other violent criminals? I can do that if you want to go there. One of my best friends' husbands works as an FBI profiler. I shit you not. He started in DEA but got tired of being shot at on a regular basis.
40 something year old women bragging about their good looks are just a few years away from a very disappointing future.
Don't quit your day job.
It doesn't discount that there are/were serial killers with blue eyes.
The most horrible, traumatic story I ever heard was the one he and my friend told me on one Christmas Eve.
It involved a drug bust gone bad and the slit throat of one of the drug dealers girlfriends. He used her as a human shield and slit her throat to get away from the DEA. He got her carotid artery. Slit it wide open in front of their kids. I had nightmares for weeks after hearing about and seeing the pictures from that one.
Who said it did, 11:42? You really have that much of problem with people who have blue eyes?
No I don't, just that other anon was implying silly things about jealousy and not having blue eyes.
What if their day job involves their good looks 11:39? What should they do then?
Nevermind. They probably saved and invested for the 40 something futures.
DO most of the people who come here even have dayjobs? Doesn't Elena sit in a book store and read comics and write bad porn all day? Does Wendy have a job at all? Who is actually supporting these people?
Are you a model 11:49?
Nevermind. They probably saved and invested for the 40 something futures.
Do you think you're the only one?
They probably saved and invested for the 40 something futures.
That's why they own their own businesses and can do whatever they want now. 30 or 40 something. I bet they could even afford some fertility treatments or invitro if they choose to have more children. Such a shame so many 30 and 40 somethings can't. Especially in the USA. It can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars and no matter how great of a company you work for, they won't pay for that.
11:50,
Elena owns her own business and so does Wendy. Is that another reason you're jealous of them? Because they make their own hours and do their own thing.
What are you talking about 11:56? You are starting to should ridiculous.
What type of business does Wendy own?
Envious Green is just about the ugliest most noticeable color on the wheel. Cowardly Yellow is close to it.
She never said 12:01. It involves art and photography. Elena owns a bookstore.
12:02 do continue ranting on about things you constantly assume.
"Dead things do not change much. Cellular activity stops..."
WHAT??!! No phone service?
Fageddit, then.
LMAO!!!
"She never said 12:01. It involves art and photography."
That's code for "she does nothing." I've seen some "art" that she used to post. She's not making money off of that, sorry.
Dead things are dead. Period.
And wouldn't it be great if we were dead? Oh, dead?
Life is not about fantasies involving vampires and immortal love. It's about real things, day to day experiences, not pretend ones.
Sometimes, dead is betta.
Don't you watch movies, listen to music, play video games, read books? Those are all forms of escape from the real world for you. All those things take you somewhere else for a time. Escape is fantasy.
How do these death rumors start and spread epidemic proportions so fast?
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We've had enough people die this year. We don't need to be rushing more people along with false death reports.
Borring
Vampires are already dead. Dead things do not change much. Cellular activity stops, aging stops, reflexes are absent soon after death. Death is eternal. Timeless. Ageless. Unchangeable except for a stake through the heart for vampires.
The heart. The symbol of human love. That is what must be pierced to destroy the earthly existence of vampire. Once you do that, their soul is free and all that they felt as a human is restored. All love is restored to them. Got it? Is that understood?
Good.
Love is also eternal. Real love can not die. It will always exist and it will go on in some shape or form. As all things that once lived do. True love is as ageless, timeless and unchanging as true death.
Oh my God. What a bunch of hooey. Now if that don't make you spit your V-8 Splash across the room, nothing will.
I bet you think vampires sparkle too, right? And let me guess. The last time you went to the ~cinema~ was to see the last Twilight film.
LOL.
Love is also eternal. Real love can not die.
Love like the love someone has for their husband and father of their children, or the love they have for a rockstar? Which one is real?
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