#2 2009-04-06 22:19:15
Bravo! Bravo, I say.
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#3 2009-04-06 22:21:38
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
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#4 2009-04-06 22:57:51
That ought to be submitted to the NPR "This I Believe" glurge-fest.
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#5 2009-04-06 23:40:49
jesusluvspegging wrote:
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
Jesus jesus, that is pathetic...
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not.
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute.
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well-built nest.
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
Oh Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
Its passions will rock thee
As the storms rock the ravens on high.
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Shelly
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#6 2009-04-06 23:43:28
jesusluvspegging wrote:
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
In most cases, yes. But not if you're lucky. Just don't blow your brains out if you're not lucky...there are plenty other people who are at the brink of blowing their brains out that would be perfect for you.
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#7 2009-04-06 23:45:06
feisty wrote:
jesusluvspegging wrote:
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
In most cases, yes. But not if you're lucky. Just don't blow your brains out if you're not lucky...there are plenty other people who are at the brink of blowing their brains out that would be perfect for you.
...and if you get together and blow each other's brains out instead there won't be any time for the relationship to go sour.
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#8 2009-04-07 00:06:17
shagnasty wrote:
jesusluvspegging wrote:
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT
Shelly
You say you love, and yet your eye
No symptom of that love conveys;
You say you love, yet know not why,
Your cheek no sign of love betrays.
Ah! did that breast with ardour glow,
With me alone it joy could know,
Or feel with me the listless woe,
Which racks my heart when far from thee
Whene'er we meet my blushes rise,
And mantle through my purpled cheek;
But yet no blush to mine replies,
Nor e'en your eyes your love bespeak.
Your voice alone declares your flame,
And though so sweet it breathes my name
Our passions still are not the same;
Alas! you can not love like me.
For e'en your lip seems steep'd in snow,
And though so oft it meets my kiss,
It burns with no responsive glow,
Nor melts like mine in dewy bliss.
Ah what words to love like mine,
Though utter'd by a voice like thine,
I still in murmurs must repine
And then that love can ne'er be true
Which meets me with no joyous sign,
Without a sigh which bids adieu;--
How different is my love from thine,
How keen my grief when leaving you.
Your image fills my anxious breast,
Till day declines adown the West;
And when at night I sink to rest,
In dreams your fancied form I view.
'T is then your breast, no longer cold,
With equal ardour seems to burn,
While close your arms around me fold,
Your lips my kiss with warmth return.
Ah! would these joyous moments last;
Vain HOPE! the gay delusion's past,
That voice! -- ah, no, 'tis but the blast
Which echoes through the neighbouring grove.
But when awake, your lips I seek,
And clasp enraptured all your charms,
So chill's the pressure of your cheek,
I fold a statue in my arms.
If thus, when to my heart embraced,
No pleasure in your eyes is traced,
You may be prudent, fair, and chaste
But ah! my girl, you do not love.
-Byron
Last edited by jesusluvspegging (2009-04-07 00:10:12)
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#9 2009-04-07 00:19:23
"Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive. "
The real dude-Jeff Bridges
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#10 2009-04-07 00:19:57
icangetyouatoe wrote:
"Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive. "
The real dude-Jeff Bridges
I do not refute.
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#11 2009-04-07 06:59:41
jesusluvspegging wrote:
Fuck love. Love is bullshit. Love means nothing. Love is lying to yourself while the person who means the most to you lies to you too.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
BULLSHIT BULLSHIT BULLSHIT
Didn't see any BLAHS in Shelly's piece. Will scrutinize Byron for same. Bottle fed were you...
Here's something to cheer you up.
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#12 2009-04-07 10:13:35
shagnasty wrote:
Didn't see any BLAHS in Shelly's piece. Will scrutinize Byron for same. Bottle fed were you...
You've been spoonfed all your life STOP quoting Shelly doesn't make you look smarter STOP sending fecal matter via pony express expect immediately STOP
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#13 2009-04-07 12:40:12
jesusluvspegging wrote:
shagnasty wrote:
Didn't see any BLAHS in Shelly's piece. Will scrutinize Byron for same. Bottle fed were you...
You've been spoonfed all your life STOP quoting Shelly doesn't make you look smarter STOP sending fecal matter via pony express expect immediately STOP
Oh jeez. Are we charging per letter now?
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#14 2009-04-07 15:15:53
And when at night I sink to rest,
In dreams your fancied form I view.
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#15 2009-04-08 00:00:01
icangetyouatoe wrote:
"Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive."
Fuck emo.
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#17 2009-04-10 14:00:32
jesusluvspegging wrote:
shagnasty wrote:
Didn't see any BLAHS in Shelly's piece. Will scrutinize Byron for same. Bottle fed were you...
You've been spoonfed all your life STOP quoting Shelly doesn't make you look smarter STOP sending fecal matter via pony express expect immediately STOP
Uhhhhhh, if i had only quoted Byron....
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#18 2009-04-10 14:01:38
Hank & Mike is an excellent film.
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#19 2009-04-10 14:06:03
shagnasty wrote:
Uhhhhhh, if i had only quoted Byron....
I believe Sir missed the point of that. Anybody can quote dead hacks 'til they're blue in the face, but it doesn't mean anything, does it?
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#20 2009-04-10 14:32:19
more Hank & Mike:
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#21 2009-04-10 14:47:21
I can see a full line of High Street suicide products: pills, bullets, stationery for suicide notes. We could even have a special thread where folks could post their suicide videos with special promotional offers for viewers.
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#22 2009-04-10 14:51:00
Taint wrote:
I can see a full line of High Street suicide products: pills, bullets, stationery for suicide notes. We could even have a special thread where folks could post their suicide videos with special promotional offers for viewers.
I liked their products so much, I killed myself.
* sound of body slumping to the ground *
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#23 2009-04-10 17:09:30
Decadence wrote:
By co-incidence, I just happened up-on this this morning: Hank And Mike
I can't believe I'd never heard of this before now. Thanks for the link. I just watched it and I am still amazed.
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