June 2011
42 posts
“Now the desire to kill oneself and to assassinate, poison, obliterate or rape...”
– The Dice Man, Luke Rhinehart
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A Short Story: Rocks, Pebbles, and Sand
My wife stood before me with some items in front of her. Without a word, she emptied a large jar of mayonnaise and proceeded to fill the empty jar with rocks right to the top, rocks about 2” diameter, then asked me if the jar was full. I agreed that it was. She then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them in to the jar. She shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the...
Who wants my Tumblr theme?
I don’t want it, but it’s a premium one and I don’t want it to go to waste. So someone else can have it instead. Hell, anyone and everyone can have it instead. Hit reply and I’ll send you a link to the code :)
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Death, what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you...
fagron:
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colouringmysenses:
I’m sorry, but I think this is disgusting. As much as it sucks that they’ve died, it doesn’t give us the right to dictate who should have gone in their place.
This is disgusting. Wanker.
Looks like them mentioning Jedward struck a nerve, eh ‘manda? ;)
fagron replied to your post: 1,500 Notes.
Lad one of mine got over 4,000. suck ittt
Only because you whore this damn website, woman! Besides, I’ve had more on FYMC but that doesn’t count cos it’s a fan blog :)
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1,500 Notes.
I am not used to that much feedback from a simple Tumblr post! Me and my 89 followers are far too humble for me to be getting this much attention, heh. Ah well. Thank god for my OTT email filters archiving everything for me - social network label in Gmail is just full of Tumblr right now.
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Dammit, I'm Mad.
Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It...
