I posted twice because I’m AWESOME!
Bwaha. You have robbed me of any clever response.
I sound like a circus freakshow.
COME SEE THE CUM TALKIN LADY! FEAST YOUR EYES UPON HER MOUTH!
Ew.
Time for me to get in that vat of jizz with Neh.
Too bad, “time fell wanking to the floor” before it was time for you to get into the jizz vat.
Excuse the bowie quote to force my way into this thread.
Paya, you don’t want anything to do with this thread. I think it might be time to leave it for dead before any classy people see what we’ve gone and done.
And quoting Bowie is always cool in my book.
My friend Honey Bunny found this and dared me to write on it. It’s not really my thing.
I’ll be going now. You kids have fun dirtying up this page. I’ll try and stay sheltered from this stuff in the future. : )
I didn’t mean to kick you out! Come back! Tell us about your favorite David Bowie records.
Lost Rolling Stones song: Cum Talkin’ Lady
i am so happy the phrase “Cum Talkin’ Lady” has been typed a dozen times now.
Time, in quuaalludes & red wine.
also, speakin’ of Cum Talkin’ Ladies:
Billie Holiday’s voice gives my dick the shivers. In a good way.
So does Erykah Badu.
i color grains of sand with permanent markers for literally minutes at a time.
This thread has taken a strange and fanciful turn, for a second I thought I wandered onto my second favorite forum, but more on that later. Can such a thread not be derailed by logic or is logic a precursor to every thread? I’m not fucking answering that!
Stones? No. No. No. I’ve got to leave this gravel pit.
I’m retreating to a very F. Woodman-like room.
Beware the armpit hair. So not couth.
The Kid says with spite.
i threw a brick at a dog because it looked at me like i was a tree.
now it knows.
if i eat enough of this chapstick, really fast, i can reuse it when it comes out.
Yeah. Billie Holiday sing pretty.
pretty like a bitch!
i like the music of Greece
you like the music of feasts
we like the music of beasts
now where’s that coat hanger?
I like the music of Kim Greist
i like the sound corduory makes when ones pant legs swoosh together.
miau miau miau and the miau miau miau and the kitty cat goes bow bow bow and the bow bow bow and the puppy dog goes….
Yeah, well, there are puffs of blue at the start of my finger nails.
Eye urn. Eye urn. Ay kneed sum eye urn.
if ewe hat a bird whiff tree wings wood that wing bee on topp or bottum?
I was trimming my toenails, and the thought suddenly struck me, “If I kill myself on a cross do I get some special exception and get to go to heaven, or do I have to spend eternity in the wood of suicides?” Quite a quandry.
I once killed myself but it didn’t take.
Try harder!
Sometimes, it’s not always the sudden salvation of all of that black & all of that sick.
Stick an olive branch down your throat. Again & again & again.
Reap the rewards. Sleep in beds of glass.
Also, feral children are really interesting.
Shotzi
Fair enough. From now on I’ll refer to you as Cum Talkin’ Lady. “Did you see Cum Talkin’ Lady’s last post? She sure knows her Italian neorealism!”