The Renegade Isolated Bloart Thread: Accepting The Challenge

Wild_Honey_66

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:confused:

granted, I'm on my phone, and my eyesight isn't great to start with, but i've looked through the first seven! pages! and I can't find the damn thing.

what gives?
 
you managed to start this renegade bloart...
have at it.

blurt your piece here.

i dare you.

try to 5 grand this fucker!
 
you managed to start this renegade bloart...
have at it.

blurt your piece here.

renegade bloart-- i like it!

Okay, you asked for it. But should I start small and work up to the really juicy stuff? Or should i go whole hog and give you the best bloart matetial I've got right away?
 
you don't know me very well, do you? :cool:

cannot say that i do.

nonetheless
you have created this odd-spun spawn...

opportunity, no?

to break molds?
unstrain constraints?

to blurt where you will...

were you going to the "official" one to read or write?
 
where the fuck is the blurt thread?

:confused:

granted, I'm on my phone, and my eyesight isn't great to start with, but i've looked through the first seven! pages! and I can't find the damn thing.

what gives?

nora'd been asking herself the same question all morning;
maybe since like....
last year.

mikey and sarah had stopped giving a fuck;
or just stopped showing up.
they were buying the blue stuff now
and couldn't be shagged
to recall where they'd put the other...
or what breathing things they might have left there.

nora,
more pissed than understanding,
wore a pair of mikey's shorts
that she had once cleaned
and then kept
and now wore, in great part,
to frag one at sweet sarah.

the bitch had been fervent once.
her mikey had been muscle.
and his slabs weren't too bad either...

nora'd earned the shorts...
won them, she always thought...

and when sara came back, she'd know just who's they were..

scratch at the eyes...

come on now...
duh...

tell me something
 
nora'd been asking herself the same question all morning;
maybe since like....
last year.

mikey and sarah had stopped giving a fuck;
or just stopped showing up.
they were buying the blue stuff now
and couldn't be shagged
to recall where they'd put the other...
or what breathing things they might have left there.

nora,
more pissed than understanding,
wore a pair of mikey's shorts
that she had once cleaned
and then kept
and now wore, in great part,
to frag one at sweet sarah.

the bitch had been fervent once.
her mikey had been muscle.
and his slabs weren't too bad either...

nora'd earned the shorts...
won them, she always thought...

and when sara came back, she'd know just who's they were..

scratch at the eyes...

come on now...
duh...

tell me something
:rose:
 
s'ok...
no need to put yourself any further out.
you've found your blurt thread, yes?

that's why you put so much time and effort
into starting this thread...

right?

it paid off for you.

i'm uhhhh...
just poking around...

don't
mind me...

anyone can poke around a thread...
say whatever comes to mind...

you know?
 
where the fuck is the blurt thread?

it skittered around the dark corner;
trailing behind it
a sweet stale swirl-of-smell
that,
though not unpleasant,
teased and tempted
both
of despair
and of even greater unrealized fortune...

how could he not?
but he did...
for but a moment...

and as he hesitated,
the all of it;
the excitement and swish-flow
dissipated until...
what was fresh of it was but memory.

it was gone
like a dream
or a ghost
or an idea

and he was left...

to scratch at his nuts
and a new itch below his left nipple
and to sniff at the air
like the shit there might have lingered...

you saw it?
right?

somebody else must'a saw it?
 
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