I have dreds. Long dreds. But I can do the voice and it would be freaking hilarious.
coolhandluke
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Would you be offended....
by coolhandluke inby a black guy dressing for halloween as clayton bigsby the black white supremacist?
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Would you be offended....
by coolhandluke inby a black guy dressing for halloween as clayton bigsby the black white supremacist?
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coolhandluke
by a black guy dressing for Halloween as Clayton Bigsby the black white supremacist?
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Hi ,,, here I am
by Nick! ini joined this forum very recently, and have already posted some comments in reply to given threads.. you may want to know that .
- i am living in the e.u.
s. - i was raised as a jw since the age of 2.
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coolhandluke
I'd love to know what made you realize (1) and (2) how you got your family out with you.
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Battle
by coolhandluke insplit open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon.
all the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same.
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coolhandluke
thanks awake. i love poetry as well. sould clensing
Part II
Battle is done, fires exhausted, weapons down, wounds gaping
My breath comes out pained and condensed
I taste of so much copper
A downward gaze. Damage surveyed
This isn’t going to heal soon is it?
I didn't know it would be this way.
Welcome the cycle, its turning. It patiently waits. It surely anticipates my company
Armor peels off in thuds, reverberations running up my legs in waves
Off comes my helmet
Blood trails away from me in your general direction
I can’t tell in this haze of vision
The earth feels warm
Heaven stretches its fingers toward my collapsed body
Go away
I think I’m going to stand. -
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Battle
by coolhandluke insplit open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon.
all the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same.
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coolhandluke
thanks Baba. Feeling is mutual.
Gopher - I think it is a sign.
JK - glad that it speaks to you in some way
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Battle
by coolhandluke insplit open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon.
all the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same.
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coolhandluke
no one likes poetry? shame.
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Battle
by coolhandluke insplit open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon.
all the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same.
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coolhandluke
Split open, gaping, spilled out onto my weapon
All the more honed, all the harder at the sacrifice meted out for pleasures sake, for pains sake.
Now they are washed together, tumbled and they are the same
On this battle ground this land is made hallowed by the surrender of blood
What have you left to give? I am spent, body and mind
Who knew that fire could mix into browns and greens?
Don’t blink, the fuel is the gaze
Slowly you trickle onto me
Rent and torn into a mixture of loud fluidThis is the reward for such a furious struggle
This is a battle of battles
Mutual death is assured, I promise though we’ll wake
We’ll rouse broken, sore, and pained
In a mirrored fighting stance, braced.
Today there is a further battle.
Satiation wafts away on the breeze. Didn’t you know it would be this way?
This is a war of bodies, of wills, of wants of desires.
Soon this will become need.
Didn’t you know it would be this way?
My weapon will yet again find its home inside of your body
This is the dance. Your sacrifice of blood and water and breath will not go on as a debt unsettled
I will pay you in kind, thrusting, gouging, twisting in rhythm to your movements
Invisible metronome of expelled air, humid and dense, complimentary
Bathed in sweat there is no woman. There is no man. Neither is left. Just the faces of bodies slain
Violence is its own reward. Bruises are their own remuneration. Pain is its own recompense. Shortness of breath is its own compensation. Exhaustion is its own pleasure.
Burn green brown fire, burn*there is a part two, a culmination. let me know if you want to read it*
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How do you know...
by coolhandluke inif your so is cheating on you?
well, she's not my so anymore.
she decided a few days ago that she didn't have it in her to continue the relationship.
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coolhandluke
i did some thinking. i realize where it fell apart. her life the past few years has been a cycle of bad. drugs, cheating, unexpected pregnancy and a lot of trust issues. i can't, nor would i try to fix these things. but it leaked into our relationship. i think she was afraid of losing me, of trusting me. so she pulled the trigger before i did. this is depressing to say the least. i just need to move to the left and let her sort out her own problems. i have to work on me and work on the reasons why i allow for relationships with this type of underlying damage. it just isn't healthy. i think that she loved the idea of me but could not handle the reality. she's got nothing left to give. it makes me sad for her but i have to move on.
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How do you know...
by coolhandluke inif your so is cheating on you?
well, she's not my so anymore.
she decided a few days ago that she didn't have it in her to continue the relationship.
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coolhandluke
i hope there is a reason for things sassy. i really do. then again maybe some people are just not built for living life in reality, dealing with things as they come and planning in spite of difficulties. this is my opportunity to prove that the lessons i've learned have not been for nothing, that i am strong, that i matter, that i'm attractive, that i'm intelligent and that i am worth more than i thought i was. there it is.
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How do you know...
by coolhandluke inif your so is cheating on you?
well, she's not my so anymore.
she decided a few days ago that she didn't have it in her to continue the relationship.
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coolhandluke
here is the thing: i don't think i want her back. she's been disrespectful to me. i deserve better than that. so no matter what she said or did, i'm done. and i'm okay with that. at the beginning i wanted to work it out. i don't anymore. it made me realize that i don't deserve the leftovers of energy. i don't deserve the scraps. i don't deserve the remains of the day. i've said it before - all i want in a relationship is to be loved, to be touched, to be appreciated, to be stimulated. moreover, that is what i want to give. but it has to be equal. i can't always be 80 and you be 20. i can't.
darth frosty: i'm gonna go find that book right now. thanks for the suggestion.