tragic tale of the precious boy

[Kaari]

please my friends

Did you actually write that?

 

[Deleted member 73697]

ill try man

my attention span is fuakred

bro it’s not even long

just feels long cuz i skip lines for structure occasionally

 

[Deleted member 73697]

Did you actually write that?

yea why

 

[Kaari]

yea why

No rep no care

 

[7"L×6"G currymaxxer]

yea why

Wassuo nigga

 

[superpsycho]

bro it’s not even long

just feels long cuz i skip lines for structure occasionally

deep bro..

 

[Deleted member 73697]

No rep no care

sound like nigula

go on, read

 

[Deleted member 73697]

deep bro..

bro it’s not that deep

i was just being emotional and used it as an outlet

 

[Deleted member 73697]

Wassuo nigga

whats up bro

i was really emotional this morning and shit

 

[Deleted member 73697]

I listen to Sematary JFL (underground normie “music”)

i used to listen to him and bladee when i was younger

i liked “i hate myself” by sematary and some other dude, hackle i think not sure though it’s been maybe 4 years since i listen to any of that

Do you listen to jazz? Ambient is nice

yeah i like jazz

i really like louie armstrong

 

[Deleted member 73697]

@valentine

 

[valentine]

ts tragic wishing u all the best. this life is trash

 

[Deleted member 73697]

ts tragic wishing u all the best. this life is trash

i hope you related to what i wrote m’igga

 

[Deleted member 73697]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

humor

 

[Deleted member 73697]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

bump

 

[Deleted member 73697]

Truly magnificent. Hope you all the best boyo!

@cromagnon @ey88

 

[Deleted member 73697]

No rep no care

you really meant it…

no care no rep

 

[Deleted member 73697]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

@TheVoidInside i feel like you’d relate to this a little

 

[Deleted member 73697]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

@BonesmashFinalBoss

 

[Deleted member 73697]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

@optimisticzoomer

 

[mumbaimogger203]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

chudlite... oh chudlite, this is magnificent nigga, wish you the best with your poetry inshallah

 

[mumbaimogger203]

i’ll start this off by saying i will admit the truth, im ungrateful for that of which i have, this unquenchable itching i have towards the pondering of my own tragic life

i think i’m some sort of martyr, some scapegoat
sent out into the wilderness, tainted by sin not of my own doing

some tragic poet, a innocent soul driven into the very wastes and landfills

Im not the protagonist of anything other than my life, surely had i been the centerpiece of a book or movie

It would’ve been a tragedy

My soul is clean and pure, innocent and virgin.

The young affluent handsome intelligent athletic sensitive boy has nowhere to go

for everywhere he may go all he will see is a torn wasteland,
a landfill ridden with corpses,
corpses which do not decay,
corpses that may walk,
may talk,
may blink,
may smile,
may even have a heartbeat should you press your ear against their chest

yet all he sees are corpses, the precious boy is alone, he is lonely, and he is aware of this

so the precious young boy searches and searches, only to be mistaken yet he dig through piles of corpses and cadavers

only to be mistaken, for he pour his soul out, for he put a piece of himself in the fire, maybe the smoke will bring another to thyself

the precious boy is sad and sullen, as the puzzle piece so intricately carved may not have a pair, for the machine might’ve broken or for his union be far away he may not find it,

even if the young boy searches countless days and countless nights
countless springs
countless summers
countless autumns
countless winters

he may not be successful even then, the precious boy knows this yet he hopes,
the young boy hopes and dreams

little timmy would love this @ripikke

 

[Deleted member 73697]

little timmy would love this @ripikke

you should join my discord with alan reet

we do bonnie blue meet ups on the weekends

 

[mumbaimogger203]

you should join my discord with alan reet

we do bonnie blue meet ups on the weekends

wait let me graft my dark matter surron and ill be there in a seccon mush

 

[Deleted member 73697]

chudlite... oh chudlite, this is magnificent nigga, wish you the best with your poetry inshallah

i love you nigga no homo

youre really funny when you’re just chilling

not when you try to lecture me about org being bad and ascending

 

[Deleted member 73697]

wait let me graft my dark matter surron and ill be there in a seccon mush

we can get mushy peas after innit

 

[mumbaimogger203]

i love you nigga no homo

youre really funny when you’re just chilling

not when you try to lecture me about org being bad and ascending

nigga who tf do you think i am im not enriquecel
im his friend ong but we're basically the same person

 

[mumbaimogger203]

we can get mushy peas after innit

yes lad im on it fuhmareet

 

[Petsmart]

Im so sorry nigga i cannot read i am illiterate

 

[Deleted member 73697]

Im so sorry nigga i cannot read i am illiterate

please read you are high iq user

 

[Deleted member 73697]

nigga who tf do you think i am im not enriquecel
im his friend ong but we're basically the same person

alright bro whoever you are

love you bud

yes lad im on it fuhmareet

im going to drop out to lay bricks innit

 

[mumbaimogger203]

alright bro whoever you are

love you bud

im going to drop out to lay bricks innit

yes lad love you too no homo m'drilla, dont worry i'll drop out with you and inshallah we get invited to bonnie blue's orgy fest so we can get aids gallore mush.

 

[Deleted member 73697]

yes lad love you too no homo m'drilla, dont worry i'll drop out with you and inshallah we get invited to bonnie blue's orgy fest so we can get aids gallore mush.

inshallah

 

[mumbaimogger203]

inshallah

mashallah i've only started this org account yesterday, but i've had loads of fun, thank you @chudlite i'll make sure i tell enriquecel about raping lil timmy and @BonesmashFinalBoss

 

[Deleted member 73697]

mashallah i've only started this org account yesterday, but i've had loads of fun, thank you @chudlite i'll make sure i tell enriquecel about raping lil timmy and @BonesmashFinalBoss

im glad youve had fun

tell him maybe he’ll come back, i miss him very much

 

[BonesmashFinalBoss]

mashallah i've only started this org account yesterday, but i've had loads of fun, thank you @chudlite i'll make sure i tell enriquecel about raping lil timmy and @BonesmashFinalBoss

you didn't do shit you little faggot complete loser failure in life. You have achieved literally nothing in your life and you're bragging about e-raping someone on the internet by throwing around insults for a couple of minutes, you're the biggest loser ever please just rope you subhuman fuck

 

[Deleted member 73697]

you didn't do shit you little faggot complete loser failure in life. You have achieved literally nothing in your life and you're bragging about e-raping someone on the internet by throwing around insults for a couple of minutes, you're the biggest loser ever please just rope you subhuman fuck

someone’s on their high horse

youre nothing but a shit stain buddy

id swing my cock and knock you out

 

[mumbaimogger203]

you didn't do shit you little faggot complete loser failure in life. You have achieved literally nothing in your life and you're bragging about e-raping someone on the internet by throwing around insults for a couple of minutes, you're the biggest loser ever please just rope you subhuman fuck

don't get angry lil bro, its never that deep you got e-raped on org and now you're salty.

 

[mumbaimogger203]

i could suffocate you with my BBC and make sure you smell my fresh bo in hell lil jizz mark

 

[BonesmashFinalBoss]

someone’s on their high horse

youre nothing but a shit stain buddy

id swing my cock and knock you out

where do you live faggot i'd drive there and knock you out

 

[Deleted member 73697]

don't get angry lil bro, its never that deep you got e-raped on org and now you're salty.

he’s foaming from the mouth right now giga over tbh

he’s going to rope now

 

[Deleted member 73697]

where do you live faggot i'd drive there and knock you out

pull up to 73 luetta drive

i’ll personally rock your shit with nothing but my bare hands

 

[BonesmashFinalBoss]

pull up to 73 luetta drive

i’ll personally rock your shit with nothing but my bare hands

American faggot, I might visit new mexico this summer, if I do i'd gladly come to texas to shoot you up

 

[Deleted member 73697]

American faggot, I might visit new mexico this summer, if I do i'd gladly come to texas to shoot you up

i thought you could fight?

pathetic little faggot

 

[Deleted member 73697]

American faggot, I might visit new mexico this summer, if I do i'd gladly come to texas to shoot you up

you’re probably fat too

 

[Deleted member 73697]

@mumbaimogger203 pull up

 

[mumbaimogger203]

@mumbaimogger203 pull up

dw ill pull up with 20 dildos,2 strap ons and we'll fuck the shit out of that nigga, literally.

 

[BonesmashFinalBoss]

you’re probably fat too

5000 calories is my maintenance and i'm so low body fat i can hardly do sub q injections

 

[BonesmashFinalBoss]

dw ill pull up with 20 dildos,2 strap ons and we'll fuck the shit out of that nigga, literally.

you can fuck each other when I send you to the afterlife nigga

 

[Deleted member 73697]

dw ill pull up with 20 dildos,2 strap ons and we'll fuck the shit out of that nigga, literally.

alright well lure him out and stick him on a bad dragon dildo on my lawn so everyone can see him