REaD iT, ReAd it NOW !!Need I say more ?
Yeah, probably, but I don't really give a fuck. Just read it, read it now.
And in case you were wondering, yes, that is an order.
Tar out.
~Tar1988
practise, then repeatNewest
about Cocks and Roosters'You cock.'about Cocks and Roosters
- 'actually, I'd prefer you saying rooster'
'Not talking about the bird, William.'
- 'you can tell that to my cock.'
'Don't you mean rooster?'
- 'I thought you weren't talking about the bird ?'
'You're a very annoying person to talk with, you do realise that, don't you ?'
- 'I know, I'm such a cock.'
'Don't you mean rooster?'
- 'Not sure, I'm quite confused now.'
by ~Tar1988
My name ishello,My name is
my name is...
well, I'm not actually going to tell you what my name is, seeing as it won't matter to you, and it is irrelevant for the story I'm about to tell.
(Should you, by means of coincidence or brilliant detective work, already know my name, please, keep it to yourself.)
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I like books. I like philosophy. I like poetry, reading and writing it. I like pink floyd, I like history, I like the idea of infinity, though technically it doesn't matter if the universe is infinite or just really really big, I like beautiful weather, I like craziness in -if not all, then at least
by ~Tar1988
The SmileNow, years later, I can only remember the smile.The Smile
The sudden flicker of shockingly white teeth in the gloomy dusk right before the second shot. Even the first shot is now little more than a series of impulses in my head, a vague flash of light, followed by the unmistakable sensation of death, coming from what is now a thing, no longer a person, lying at his feet.
I think I must have looked at the body - how could I not ? - but for all the love in the world, I cannot remember what it looked like, and I am not sure if I want to.
It was meaningless.
The worst crime imaginable,
and still it me
by ~Tar1988
The PoetAs the evening fell gently, carried away on a dying summer breeze, the poet, or rather the Poet, was consumed with 2 very delicate, yet quite dissimilar thoughts. The first one was how certain words correlate with one another, the one strengthening or weakening the qualities of the other. For instance, Bravery loses all glamour when the word Stupidity comes to mind, Genius is both enhanced and defeated by the word Madness, and for some reason, though no one could fathom why, the word petunia can never be used in the same sentence as the word whale without it turning into blank insanity. Strange, that. TheThe Poet
by ~Tar1988
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- Current Residence: No, it is spelled "Presidency"
- Interests: yes
- Favourite movie: sometimes
- Favourite band or musician: not between 2 and 5
- Favourite genre of music: only in weekends
- Operating System: A scalpel, was that a trick question ?
- MP3 player of choice: I get to choose one ? wow, thanks !
- Shell of choice: I Shell survive ?
- Tools of the Trade: I don't have tools, and if I did, I wouldn't trade them
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Ask me about barnacles, you won't regret it. (sometimes, it is what you've got, not just where you stick it.)
Fancy a meeting ?
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a meeting sounds nice! i'll be with a friend (~SimpleSimonPostman to be exact) so i should probably run it by him as a matter of courtesy. not sure when i'll be there, we're exceptionally unorganised, possibly the 21st. shall get back to you.
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