Noah reached for his guitar, remembering his father as he did so, thinking how much he missed him. He strummed once, adjusted the tension on two strings, then strummed again. This time it sounded about right, and he began to play. Soft music, quiet music. He hummed for a little while at first, then began to sing as night came down around him. He played and sang until the sun was gone and the sky was black.
I like this but I don't know why.
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SarksusATTACK AND DETHRONE GODRegistered Userregular
edited April 2010
When I get married I'm going to launder her pillowcase every day.
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Noah reached for his guitar, remembering his father as he did so, thinking how much he missed him. He strummed once, adjusted the tension on two strings, then strummed again. This time it sounded about right, and he began to play. Soft music, quiet music. He hummed for a little while at first, then began to sing as night came down around him. He played and sang until the sun was gone and the sky was black.
Noah reached for his guitar, remembering his father as he did so, thinking how much he missed him. He strummed once, adjusted the tension on two strings, then strummed again. This time it sounded about right, and he began to play. Soft music, quiet music. He hummed for a little while at first, then began to sing as night came down around him. He played and sang until the sun was gone and the sky was black.
Noah reached for his guitar, remembering his father as he did so, thinking how much he missed him. He strummed once, adjusted the tension on two strings, then strummed again. This time it sounded about right, and he began to play. Soft music, quiet music. He hummed for a little while at first, then began to sing as night came down around him. He played and sang until the sun was gone and the sky was black.
Get that filth out of here!
He started to run the numbers in his head, then stopped. He knew he'd spent almost his entire savings on the house and would have to find a job again soon, but he pushed the thought away and decided to enjoy the remaining months of restoration without worrying about it. It would work out for him, he knew; it always did. Besides, thinking about money usually bored him. Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise. It was another trait he got from his father.
Now, swoon. SWOON!
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edited April 2010
There's a judge like the judge in that cartoon at the ITC.
O louse with shriveled eye--as long as rivers spill their shelving waters into the abysses
of the sea; as long as the stars gravitate along their orbits' paths; as long as the mute
void has no horizon; as long as humanity rends its own flanks in deadly wars; as long as
divine justice casts its vengeful bolts upon the selfish globe; as long as man disregards
his Creator and (not without reason) flouts him, so doing with some contempt--your reign
over the universe will be assured, and your dynasty extend from age to age. I salute you,
rising sun, celestial liberator, you invisible enemy of man. Continue telling Filth to
unite with man in tainted embraces and to swear to him by oaths not blown to dust that she
shall remain his faithful lover for eternity. From time to time, kiss this grand wanton's
robe, in memory of the important services she does not fail to render you. If she did not
seduce man with her lascivious teats, probably you could not exist--you, the product of
this rational and consistent coupling. O son of Filth! tell your mother that if she
abandons man's bed to wander alone and friendless along desolate ways she will see her
existence imperiled. May the bowels which bore you nine months in their perfumed maw stir
a moment at the thought of the dangers that their tender fruit (fruit so nice, tranquil,
but already cold and ferocious) would consequently encounter. Filth, might empress,
preserve for my hate's eyes the sight of your famished progeny and the imperceptible
increase of their muscles. To attain this end you know you need only glue yourself closer
to man's flanks. This you can do conveniently enough for decorum, since both of you have
long been married.
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can't stop
won't stop
It's ok. I want to get another result for "pretty much a fighting genius".
This was the other one: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22pretty+much+a+fighting+genius%22
I proudly share it with some guy from a Naruto forum.
How about you go just into prostitution like every other good American down on his or her luck.
I can pimp you. I'm good with a hat.
low-g sex is tiring
But I have been led to believe by television that once you're married the sex is withheld.
On the black screen
have none of you pitiful earthlings game
I like this but I don't know why.
(Psst, Res, you forgot to switch accounts again.)
Get that filth out of here!
Talk about range.
I jumped over your barrels and fucked your princess.
Only when you say mean things about Twilight and/or Nicholas Sparks books.
There's a Skinemax porn series about this very thing.
that is pretty uh far away from a vampire dominating a woman via vampire powers
okay
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dV1v6FmB4P0
it was not good
twelve angry men huh
y
Don't mind if I do.
that's very different
Are they hot?
He started to run the numbers in his head, then stopped. He knew he'd spent almost his entire savings on the house and would have to find a job again soon, but he pushed the thought away and decided to enjoy the remaining months of restoration without worrying about it. It would work out for him, he knew; it always did. Besides, thinking about money usually bored him. Early on, he'd learned to enjoy simple things, things that couldn't be bought, and he had a hard time understanding people who felt otherwise. It was another trait he got from his father.
Now, swoon. SWOON!
He's a monster.
that should cleanse the palate
Yeah. The Salton Sea and Garden State. Great dude.
The most offensive thing about this cover is the $1 donation.
One fucking dollar.