Quake3World

haiku, limerick, Petrarchan sonnet, free form, whatever. No rules except your submission should be original (i.e. you wrote it).

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ryoki will own this mofo post haste

i fuck men but i'm not gay
prison sex is the only way
women will do when i'm free on bail
big cocks in asses when back in jail...

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the void


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...the color of all your clothes

is it wrong that i got that instantly?

whatever with all that detail shit/

nah i mean in the post above mine

you dig?

as far as i can see there in that post , he's not said anything like us cars are all shit with shit reliability has he?

or am i mistaken somehow?

all us cars are shit? soap.

do you degien cars? work on cars?

sell cars even?

anything at all to do with the automotive industry?

take a mini dv canm that you really know how the footy shoud look and throw some bars on there for clibration aid.

yea the s-video on mini dv's is tiered to look shit , but you'll know what ur seeing and you dont have to rely on any people to do any thing like hook shit up

just go from tv to tv checking it out, gotta have the remotes tho so's to fix all the levels.
or just get the shiney silver one

for me lcd looks the same maybe a little clearer than crt , i cant help it tho and scaled up my sd to widescreen but at the distance i spec at ,it no big deal really .

if you walk up close tho its torn the fuc right up

from far, aces

haha hey if you get anoyed so fucin easy

jus fucking skip them :shrugA:

peeps who point out annoyences should maybe take a look at how they might be anoying as well

how you all feel its going to go.

like if it will stableize and stay

or go way down

or go back up

how do you figue?

she got areested more than once and served time

i pretty sure thats not what she like.

jus sayin

deep.

lol

MKJ wrote:is it wrong that i got that instantly?

definitely not encouraging...

i had to look it up to get the right hex code

lying in the dark
thinking about myself
my life is a shell
of myself
i cannot go on living
it's too much to bare
i'm going to shoot myself in the head
until i'm dead
life is like a black bird
it is ever angry
and sad
i hate my life and i want to die
but before i die
i want to JUMP in the air
and scream

trendy whore
you're so trendy
and stupid
trendy whore

gang banger on the street
trying to be a man
gang banger dead on the street
who's tough now man

life is like a swan
it is ever graceful and forever fleeting
some think they "get it"
but they don't
life is harsh at times
sometimes it is cuddly
like a teddy bear
but it has razors
life can be depressing
life can be alright
life is an unberable hellhole oh god why do they make fun of me all the time
but it is cuddly too
life is disparaging and unforgiving
like a sharp stabbing razor in my chest
but the table turns full circle
and there is love and fuzzy things
because life is something fleeting
that cannot be understood
mortal man thinketh he can understand
but he can't
because life is an ongoing stream
that cannot be understood
but some try and end up empty handed
for they are fools
because life is like paper cut
it can cut and fill you with pain
but it is also sweet like a nectar
a nectar that cannot be obtained
by mortal man
because life is like a hot summer day
it is sweet but overbearing
like a mother with a newborn babe
the babe is a gift, but also a curse
the babe will grow to be a man
but what man will he be?
the man is like an ocean
you get what you put into it
for the man is like life
the man is ragged and bitter
bitter like a lemon
that is dying
much like life

I had a revelation from living on my own. Life is different and means more when people stop catering to you, and you must do things yourself. It is far different than having an apartment in college. Its cleaner, quieter, and all yours. Its the world as I had hoped for, and I am god now.

God took a nap in the middle of the living room floor yesterday, because he wanted it to be that way. No one argued with god.

You have to wonder if God has a mother who controls the universe and God just gets this particular decrepit part of existence to maintain. We are all in God's little aquarium and every time I'm annoyed, it is because he is tapping on the fucking glass making me feel crazy.

In my apartment I am god and I don't have the heart to watch the same thing happen to someone else, that is happening to me.

I have a poem, i call it:

Shoelaces and Inkstains


Beef, it comes from a cow
And when they kill it i want to see how
It comes in as a steak or a burger
Would you call it animal murder?
Would you garnish it with cheese or sauce?
Would you like to swap that beef for horse?
Perhaps chicken is more your taste
But dont let them legs go to waste
Back to beef and how great it can be
Just because it walks round the country
Eating dandilions, daisies and grass
Producing large shits from its ass

The End

lol...pussy liberals...

worst idea ever

I have a whole bunch...

http://www.liefdesgedicht.nl/auteur.php?ID=3560

...only it's all in dutch haha.


This one is about zombies yo:



Terwijl de zon langzaam rood kleurt
Kijk ik uit over de verwoeste stad
Waar ik woon

Daar in de verte staat mijn huis
Nu vernield door het vuur
En de zombies

Ik zeg tegen je, luister schat
We moeten hier onmiddelijk weg
Ze komen eraan

In de verte is inderdaad te horen
Hoe de schuifelende wezens naderen
Een akelige situatie

Je kijkt me aan en zegt, raargh
Ik pak je hand en kijk in je ogen
Ze zijn wit

I have to shit.
I will go.
And shit.
Yes.

hello
good bye
hello
good bye
hello
good bye

testing testing
one two one two
this is
a test

fucking babel fish translation... i didnt understand that one bit. Im never searching for zombies in the void again.

Nanoko wrote:fucking babel fish translation... i didnt understand that one bit. Im never searching for zombies in the void again.

While the sun is slowly beomcing red
I look upon the annihilated city
Where I live

My house is over there
Now destroyed by the fire
And the zombies

I say to you, listen dear
We need to leave immediately
They are coming

Indeed, we can hear them yonder
Shuffeling closer still
A ghastly situation

You look at me and say, raargh
I take your hand and look in your eyes
They are white