But glue it on backwards. I mean he did still do it.
Group Banter Race to a million
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I’m late but…
Xenomorph?
Xenomorph?
Hey @Nowhere_man i hope your head checks out
Thanks Red. I better leave soon.
My moods have been getting worse as I'm sure you can tell.
I'm absolutely volcanic
C-3PO style!
…waits for the eruption
You mean smokin hot? About to erupt with burning lava?
Uh I mean, you’re welcome!
Seeing as Amber loves poetry I even wrote one about it
Btw when anyone says anything vague and hostile in here, or on a profile post, I always want to know who it’s about.
Always.
Always.
About a volcano? Or your head? Did you post it and I missed it? I hate being asleep while y’all are talking
I've not posted it.
I missed 23 pages last night. It’s still bothering me
I can post it. Amber don't read it.
Post ittttt
I’m gonna read it
Oh fuck, you're gonna make me read?
Mmm reading
The dreams that I once craved
As a young boy lost in a promise
My steady beating heart
But somehow I lost it
I spent too long beneath
Your crushing expectations
That It broke my spine, my will, my sense of fighting
It's not like I need them these days
My days have all been getting shorter
Can't break through them
I can't remember a thing that you taught me
There's never a moment of peace
In these concrete walls
My anger has become volcanic
Casting its shadow
I've spent so long crawling through this town
I've hardly noticed the river slowly escaping
Leaving these city streets
I Return back home
Close the door, once again alone
That river runs out of this town
Away from filth away from the crowds
I'd follow it out to the sea, and let the currents wash over me
So break my bones and tie me down
And throw me in so I can drown
And drift away, float down stream
A clean wave washing over me
It's not great. It's the inane ramblings of a twat.
As a young boy lost in a promise
My steady beating heart
But somehow I lost it
I spent too long beneath
Your crushing expectations
That It broke my spine, my will, my sense of fighting
It's not like I need them these days
My days have all been getting shorter
Can't break through them
I can't remember a thing that you taught me
There's never a moment of peace
In these concrete walls
My anger has become volcanic
Casting its shadow
I've spent so long crawling through this town
I've hardly noticed the river slowly escaping
Leaving these city streets
I Return back home
Close the door, once again alone
That river runs out of this town
Away from filth away from the crowds
I'd follow it out to the sea, and let the currents wash over me
So break my bones and tie me down
And throw me in so I can drown
And drift away, float down stream
A clean wave washing over me
It's not great. It's the inane ramblings of a twat.
And I'll leave you all with that. See you all later.
Fucking hell
I mean it’s great but also. Not.
I mean it’s great but also. Not.
