the isolated flame... thread

took your advice
and a glimpse
at
something you'd forgotten.

it was neither
worth the effort
nor
a decent jack,
any longer.

were you to invest in yourself...
something more real
than the ephemera
that consumes you,

you'd taste my teeth;

exactly
what you've forgotten
or...

are now too deluded
to ever find.

yours remains a marzipan world.

flame the fuck on
 
what's wrong with marzipan ?
a tasty confection enjoyed by young and old
the pasty sticky almond delight with enough sugar to put a horse in a coma
you don't like marzipan ? what the fuck is your problem ?

flame on
 
This isn't about you
it's about me

why
I let you get to me
Whatever it was
that
you wanted
to get

I hope you did

I'm laughing
but I'm confused

and I assume
you fell asleep
with a smug
look on
your face

Flame the fuck on
 
This isn't about you
it's about me

why
I let you get to me
Whatever it was
that
you wanted
to get

I hope you did

I'm laughing
but I'm confused

and I assume
you fell asleep
with a smug
look on
your face

Flame the fuck on

the fuck
if there's not a value to this thread...

done wrong
or
done wrong

there's reason
or...

none.

fuck you both
for
not getting it.

flame

the fuck
on
!
 
the fuck
if there's not a value to this thread...

done wrong
or
done wrong

there's reason
or...

none.

fuck you both
for
not getting it.

flame

the fuck
on
!

FUCK YOU
for assuming

I had nothing of
value
to flame.


Flame THE FUCK on​
 
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yes...

fuck me
for being obtuse
when simple praise
was intended...

the passion shared
is the flame

to judge it, insincere...

fuck me


please,
please fuck me....



flame
the fuck
on
!
 
yes...

fuck me
for being obtuse
when simple praise
was intended...

the passion shared
is the flame

to judge it, insincere...

fuck me


please,
please fuck me....



flame
the fuck
on
!


lol.

Well, keeping with the idea of the thread..

the fuck would be hot.
 
you are not dirty,
you are foul;

which suggests
some socio-genetic excuse
on which
you might
- to the blind -
attempt to
defray some of the blame...

alas...
you can't.

when outed...
exposed to light...

you haven't a
bourbon of reality
to hide behind.

you run a business,
smoke your weed
and seem to live
here
and anywhere else online
where i might have once touched...

you're neither dirty
nor desirable...
just foul.

ask your fucked up friends...

i have.

flame the fuck on!
 
juan williams
was given a glycerin enema
by npr@1631 in 90210...

the polls were open...




an npr barbara boxer commercial

in a....

close race?




the polls were open....


!!!


dirty trix.

npr dirty trix...

politico flame the fuck
on
 
May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your crotch forever.

And fuck you - this IS my real hair color.
 
Fuck you motherfuckers for digging up old threads by Drown and giving me the false hope that he is still posting here.

Miss Drown
Hate you
 
Pretty sure that is Drown.

Also, if this place charged by the gif, you'd be broke.

And dead. And broke some more.
 
24 bottles
to the case of bad luck.
toss another dollar
get the 30 bottle fuck.

hildegarde, a tranny,
with a working golden cock
hustles in the sailors
til their billet leaves the dock.

been that way since their daddies came through
ten years back, give a decade or so.

they'll never learn...
especially when...
they're not learning what they're learning.

buy a picture at the desk on the way out!
 
leave that dick alone. stop touching it in your mind. and with your smutty little hands. leave that cock alone. fuck. leave that wanker alone.
 
there is something quite cool about
knowing where the fire's gonna come
despite what's convenient.

it's like life.

who's your team?
 
with all the two-ing and the trimming and the colding and the then
this place ain't the place that it never wasn't neither.
the trees are fresher
with a well marked tree stink smell
just a'linger
on a finger

from a foilpack
dipped just so
 
when the time went much slower
morgus found the time to be civil
when he wasn't civil none
to the ones who weren't none back.

the maori girl sent pictures
and the crazy girl sent texts
and the smart one stored up goodies
for when morgus could be uncivil with her

that was once
now it's not

and the uncivil's uncivil all alone

flame the fuck on.
 
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