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lol, oh dear Gender bashing... *puts on helmet and waits for s**t to fly*

 

 

Haha, don't pay attention to these other silly billies :­) The fora is full of colourful personalities and we have our fair share of crazies, LOL.

I agree about Naruto so much. I am very glad Kishi decided to continue the story.

Hmmm, always knew that, been a batotoean for a while... but dislike swearing and whatnot... old fashioned that way! 

 

I'm of two minds with Boruto... I have not read much of it, and it's taking energy for me to do so... I guess I'm too stuck on Naruto! I develop unhealthy attachments with my favourite characters... 

Spoiler

These are waffle fries. I`m not sure which country you are from, but these fries are delicious! They serve them in the resturant I go to if I ever wand quality bad food.

 Looks yummy... but I'm a junk food addict... too yummy... 

 

Tooth for a tooth... they can have my wisdom tooth, I don't use it anyway... 

 

An angry flock of geese or a nest of angry fire ants?

Holy Mary Mother of Fudge Buckets. Mother Fudging Son of a Fudgeball. Son of a Fudging Fudger... 

 

So fudge... it would seem. 

These weird belt-for-shorts, with long shirts that make women seem nearly naked... text speech (Although I don't know if it's a fad, or just a new type of language, I pray for the former, but fear it's the latter), bae... ugh... bae... WTF? Why bae? Seriously... I don't get it... those weird tops with extra long arm holes, and are too short to go past your waist... and selfies... I hate them.. oh and taking pictures of every meal you eat. 

 

I'm turning into my mom... :|

Yona from Akatsuki no Yona... if you count girly harems... it's nice to see actual character development, and she becomes even more badass in the manga... 

 

If it's strictly male harems, then I like the guy from Mahouka, Shiba Tatsuya, he isn't lecherous... or stupidly innocent like so many of them.. 'oh sorry, I didn't realise that that was your boob in my hand, I thought you carried pudding in balloons on your chest or something' :/ Man, I hate those types the most... 

Ah, procrastination,

thou art a heartless bitch.

What use a needle,

with no time to stitch?

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@Aote... 590...?

Nooooooooooooooooooo! Kyaaaaaaaaaa. Help me meaningless!! Get the Angelic one off my ear so we can win!!

Heya, I really like your poems. They seem to have a very soothing mellow quality... your poetry kinda feels like a deep flowing river, that seems all beautiful on top but inside has considerable depth and turbulence. I really like the wistful quality to I shall read to you, and the warm feeling that Stella under the Umbrella gives! Thanks for sharing!

Ah, I can really relate to 'Love'. That desperate feeling of wanting to be loved but doing everything you can to keep people away!

Yeah, I do believe in love, I see it in my parents, I see it with my friends. I know that love exists, including romantic love. But it's something I believe that other people get, I am not sure how to be in love, or even if I can! But other people give me hope that one day I will find love too, and hopefully it won't be too messed up, the only thing is that I have to learn to get over my fear of being hurt, which is hard to do over so many years of practice.

pooling our hopes.

The moonlight sonata plays

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sneaky ninja angels! and yeah that's true, we'll confiscate Bem's hentai. ah the consequences could be dire!!

it will be with more people, we can even have battles between the denizens of heaven and hell, it could get quite graphic!

But I'm not there.

the cacophony of reality

(@symbology by the way I really like this thread, just thought I should actually mention it!)

Thoughts of a Spoiled Brat

Sitting alone, surrounded by people
the thoughts I think covered inside.
Staring, smiling, laughing unblinking
wanting to talk, unable to confide.

I stare in the mirror, hate what I see
not my face but my personality.
Why can't I say the words that I feel,
those words that are written in mute appeal.

I recognise that it's a waste of time
hating but unwilling, unable to change.
So I place these feelings in rhyme
seeking the attention I crave.

Yes, yes, this is all a plea
desperately seeking for people to see me,
and yet I am unable to stop myself
revealing my unstable mental health.

But you see, I have no excuse.,
nothing to blame for my mental abuse.
My parents love me, I know that well
and my friends too, or so they tell.

All that is wrong with me, is me,
my own mind, my own personality.
So please, I beg, someone explain
why I am the cause of my own pain,
because this state is getting old,
the devil in me tightening its hold,
and more and more I want it to end,
the edge of a blade looking more a friend.

Inspired by the Rain

Silver drops fall from the sky,
vainly throwing themselves at the ground.
Can you hear natures cry,
the earth dying without a sound?


Can you see that withered tree,
that once stood mighty and oh so proud?
Can you feel that squalid breeze
that carries pollution like a shroud?

The Oceans once so filled with life
only roll with oil-slicked death.
The ice caps fall, cut with a knife
that we created with every breath.

Congratulations, well done humanity
we have conquered all we see,
and in that conquering we have killed
any future hope we want fulfilled.

By a Thread

A simple thread
.........................is all it takes, to fix what is torn,
Take the needle and pull it now
....................don't give cause for them to mourn.
In and out, pull it through
.................fix the life that you have worn.
One stitch here
............and mend the tear at the light of dawn.
Another one there
.......to close the rents that have been sawn.
Pull it tight and tie the knot
and in hope you are reborn.