The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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OMG Dolf did you know you edited your post at 00:00 p.m. OMG WOW WoAH WTF
 
I'd love to do a lit thread with some of the good things that have happened here. The gb has such a bad reputation because for the most part the drama gets more views.

This place isn't all bad. The smutty stuff is a bit rude though.

Boobs, cocks and more dicks and that's just some of the posters around here.;)
 
Well, to do it properly and to keep low level riff raft threads out, there should be a nomination thread so to speak and then transfer the best from there to the thread you are speaking of.
RDS should head the nomination thread, set the rules and such. I am too busy on CIA type assignments and the like.

But, if any woman have any personal To JAJ naked pictures they want to send me, time can be made.


YWIA.:cool:

Yeah, the threadstarter could make the list in the OP. People could submit thread nominations. If they're deemed worthy, then they could be added to the OP list. If people deem threads listed in the OP are not worthy, they could contest them. So many opportunities for whining and butthurt! I sense never-ending thread material here.

Someone (female) send JAJ nude pics so he'll take on this very important task. Alternately, someone do it. It's your opportunity to be a part of Lit history!
 
It was redacted because it was "sensitive" material at the time.

How am I supposed to know what it was? It was before I was born.

I could make up stuff, if you'd like. :D
 
Someone (female) send JAJ nude pics so he'll take on this very important task. Alternately, someone do it. It's your opportunity to be a part of Lit history!
What if one is already a part of Lit history?
 
When I see a couple kissing, believing they love one another, believing they will endure, whispering into each other’s ear in the name of an instinct to which they give lofty names, when I see them caressing one another with that embarrassing avidness, that expectation of discovering something crucial in the other’s skin, when I see their mouths becoming entangled, the exchange of tongues, their freshly showered hair, their unruly hands, fabric rubbing and lifting up the like the most sordid of curtains, the anxious tic of knees bouncing like springs, cheap beds in one-night hotels they will later remember as palaces, when I see two fools expressing their desire with impunity in broad daylight, as though I weren’t watching them, it’s not merely envy I feel. I also pity them. I pity their rotten future. And I get up and ask for the bill and I smile at them askance, as though I had returned from a war which the two of them have no idea is about to commence.

Andrés Neuman
 
Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches
of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars
we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend
once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones
we collect, a story he would say begins with you, with me,
a story that is forever lost among the backwaters of our lives,
our endless fear of ourselves, and our endless need for hope,
a story, perhaps an answer, a word suddenly on wing, the simple
sound of a torn heart, or the unmistakable scent of the morning’s fading moon.

Richard Jackson
 
When I see a couple kissing, believing they love one another, believing they will endure, whispering into each other’s ear in the name of an instinct to which they give lofty names, when I see them caressing one another with that embarrassing avidness, that expectation of discovering something crucial in the other’s skin, when I see their mouths becoming entangled, the exchange of tongues, their freshly showered hair, their unruly hands, fabric rubbing and lifting up the like the most sordid of curtains, the anxious tic of knees bouncing like springs, cheap beds in one-night hotels they will later remember as palaces, when I see two fools expressing their desire with impunity in broad daylight, as though I weren’t watching them, it’s not merely envy I feel. I also pity them. I pity their rotten future. And I get up and ask for the bill and I smile at them askance, as though I had returned from a war which the two of them have no idea is about to commence.

Andrés Neuman

Fools in lust?

:)
 
When something becomes ash,
there's nothing you can do to turn it back.
About this, even diamonds do not lie.
 
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