if anybody has anything they want to hear read by an Irish person, request it now.
To NORA
Dublin 2 December 1909
………………………….
My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.
You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.
Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
“The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.”
I am most definitely not taking advantage of this thread because I happen to be doing an animation based on this quote right now. But if I were I would make up for it by reading some requests later.
if anybody has anything they want to hear read by an Irish person, request it now.
To NORA
Dublin 2 December 1909
………………………….
My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.
You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.
Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
“The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.”
I am most definitely not taking advantage of this thread because I happen to be doing an animation based on this quote right now. But if I were I would make up for it by reading some requests later.
“The world shrinking down about a raw core of parsible entities. The names of things slowly following those things into oblivion. Colors. The names of birds. Things to eat. Finally the name of things one believed to be true. More fragile than he would have thought. How much was gone already? The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality. Drawing down like something trying to preserve heat. In time to wink out forever.”
I am most definitely not taking advantage of this thread because I happen to be doing an animation based on this quote right now. But if I were I would make up for it by reading some requests later.
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Put that coffee down!! Coffee's for closers only. (Levene scoffs) Do you think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Levene?
Levene: Yeah.
Blake: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?
Moss: I don't have to listen to this shit.
Blake: You certainly don't pal. 'Cause the good news is -- you're fired. The bad news is you've got, all you got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonights sit. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this months sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anyone want to see second prize? Second prize's a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. You get the picture? You're laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them! You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you ARE shit, hit the bricks pal and beat it 'cause you are going out!!!
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My voice is fairly deep, and my laptops mic is probably a bit shitty. I decided to just read a few lines of The Raven. Not terribly original, but I feel it is something that may go good with a deeper voice.
For the record, I cannot stand to hear my own voice. Whenever I hear it in a video or something I cringe a bit. It sounds so much deeper than I feel it should, and winds up making me sound like a large dumbass.
Since my good microphone broke last week, and you guys just HAD to wait until then to make this thread, you'll have to make do with this. Until I get the replacement.
Not even something ... wait ... can a Rock Band mic work? It's got USB ... do I need drivers for that shit?
should work just fine without drivers.
and even if it does need them generic ones would work fine.
Cool. I'll probably do this tomorrow when I can dabble over what's good to read, and also when I'm not tired as shit and probably extra paranoid about how I sound
Steam
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
I unconciously mirror speaking tone, depending on who I'm speaking to, between expressively whiny gay, calm, slightly urbanized with a calculated meter, and, when I feel like I'm gonna get jumped by hicks in my neighborhood, a subtle drawl
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To NORA
Dublin 2 December 1909
………………………….
My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that softy belly of yours and fuck you up behind, like a hog riding a sow, glorying in the very stink and sweat that rises from your arse, glorying in the open shape of your upturned dress and white girlish drawers and in the confusion of your flushed cheeks and tangled hair. It allows me to burst into tears of pity and love at some slight word, to tremble with love for you at the sounding of some chord or cadence of music or to lie heads and tails with you feeling your fingers fondling and tickling my ballocks or stuck up in me behind and your hot lips sucking off my cock while my head is wedged in between your fat thighs, my hands clutching the round cushions of your bum and my tongue licking ravenously up your rank red cunt. I have taught you almost to swoon at the hearing of my voice singing or murmuring to your soul the passion and sorrow and mystery of life and at the same time have taught you to make filthy signs to me with your lips and tongue, to provoke me by obscene touches and noises, and even to do in my presence the most shameful and filthy act of the body. You remember the day you pulled up your clothes and let me lie under you looking up at you while you did it? Then you were ashamed even to meet my eyes.
You are mine, darling, mine! I love you. All I have written above is only a moment or two of brutal madness. The last drop of seed has hardly been squirted up your cunt before it is over and my true love for you, the love of my verses, the love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes, comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices. My prick is still hot and stiff and quivering from the last brutal drive it has given you when a faint hymn is heard rising in tender pitiful worship of you from the dim cloisters of my heart.
Nora, my faithful darling, my seet-eyed blackguard schoolgirl, be my whore, my mistress, as much as you like (my little frigging mistress! My little fucking whore!) you are always my beautiful wild flower of the hedges, my dark-blue rain-drenched flower.
JIM
the kart wants what it wants
how did this take me so long; I only did one take
I am most definitely not taking advantage of this thread because I happen to be doing an animation based on this quote right now. But if I were I would make up for it by reading some requests later.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0tRjmHxs8yM
I couldn't help but laugh a few times during that.
Be glad I decided to not read from the computational parts of the paper.
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0NQGtGvohEg
Here you go. Sorry for the shitty quality.
Last one from me for now.
http://deicidecomic.tumblr.com/
READ MY COMIC ^^
Oh god that's Tone Loc isn't it?
Here's my crack at it. http://vocaroo.com/i/s0oWklu8F0IY
:^: :^:
I had a quick shot at the opening of Hitchhiker's Guide http://vocaroo.com/i/s0BqWTPPyfiZ
My voice is fairly deep, and my laptops mic is probably a bit shitty. I decided to just read a few lines of The Raven. Not terribly original, but I feel it is something that may go good with a deeper voice.
For the record, I cannot stand to hear my own voice. Whenever I hear it in a video or something I cringe a bit. It sounds so much deeper than I feel it should, and winds up making me sound like a large dumbass.
in all actuality, i'm closer to steve urkel
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbgImhpkXhc
Beep boop.
Don't even need a fancy real one. Just take some of those cheap nylons stretched over a ring and voila, instant cheap pop filter.
Not even something ... wait ... can a Rock Band mic work? It's got USB ... do I need drivers for that shit?
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
hell yah
should work just fine without drivers.
and even if it does need them generic ones would work fine.
Cool. I'll probably do this tomorrow when I can dabble over what's good to read, and also when I'm not tired as shit and probably extra paranoid about how I sound
3DS FC: 4699-5714-8940 Playing Pokemon, add me! Ho, SATAN!
here's my go at it
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0dRgsa5XkrR
Also I can imitate The National and Conor Oberst
Everyone worship SKULL MAN
http://i.imgur.com/tAcFo.png
http://witnesstheabsurd.tumblr.com/
http://i.imgur.com/OPLlE.png
Commission me at http://tinyurl.com/cv3h2pl
!
http://i.imgur.com/tAcFo.png
http://witnesstheabsurd.tumblr.com/
http://i.imgur.com/OPLlE.png
Commission me at http://tinyurl.com/cv3h2pl
!