The Isolated Blurt Thread XXVIII : In Praise of Older Yoga Pants

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Luk's House of Twatwaffles" ?

 

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Disgustipated's Dipshit Den"?

 

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Butters Stinky Litter Box" ?

 

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Harry's House of Poetic Regret" ?

 

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Wings Presents: The Gyno Stitched Up The Wrong Bleeding Hole" ?

 

[Rotsac_Ecnal]

"Silver Girl Presents- Middle Aged Spread; Selfies Over The Decades" ?

 

[notfeasance]

I'm thinking "We Believe Fermi" would work.

 

[notfeasance]

Or, "We Support Lukavanaugh"

 

[notfeasance]

"Christine Blasey Ford is a whore.- luk's MANY friends on social media"

(and pity bump)

 

[LukNotLuke]

If lil lace didn't have desperation he'd have nothing.

 

[silver gurl]

If lil lace didn't have desperation he'd have nothing.

Pretty much

 

[adrina]

Using the cloud sucks when the net goes down. Bah.

 

[HarryHill]

9 more pages














Oh, btw, fuck off.

 

[HarryHill]

The cloud is evil.











just ask Stephen King.

 

[notfeasance]

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/T1Q_GSczRZo/maxresdefault.jpg

 

[HarryHill]

Bewbs!

 

[RocketLauncher]

Not whimsical but it's my favourite poem. Went over well in the AH.


A Carcass

— Charles Baudelaire

My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed,
Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,
Burning and dripping with poisons,
Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way
Its belly, swollen with gases.

 

[RocketLauncher]

The sun shone down upon that putrescence,
As if to roast it to a turn,
And to give back a hundredfold to great Nature
The elements she had combined;

 

[RocketLauncher]

And the sky was watching that superb cadaver
Blossom like a flower.
So frightful was the stench that you believed
You'd faint away upon the grass.

 

[RocketLauncher]

The blow-flies were buzzing round that putrid belly,
From which came forth black battalions
Of maggots, which oozed out like a heavy liquid
All along those living tatters.

 

[silver gurl]

9 more pages







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Oh, btw, fuck off.

Last night I think we blew through 3-4 pages

 

[RocketLauncher]

All this was descending and rising like a wave,
Or poured out with a crackling sound;
One would have said the body, swollen with a vague breath,
Lived by multiplication.

 

[silver gurl]

In....

 

[RocketLauncher]

And this world gave forth singular music,
Like running water or the wind,
Or the grain that winnowers with a rhythmic motion
Shake in their winnowing baskets.

 

[silver gurl]

A.....