he got eated. by a mother fucking puter.
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he got eated. by a mother fucking puter.

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Other Scenes, vol. 3 , no. 5, May 1969
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Flag of the UK that v**** the US flag, but the US flag accidently got digested a bit
from /r/vexillologycirclejerk Top comment: Unfff vore me mummy Britannia
Ah, fuckkkk lmao.
Finally.
The issue with our culture’s view of love is that it defines love as attachment.
Which is the negative and most dependent aspect of any positive thing.

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Fake Deep
[Originally posted on Deviantart on February 11, 2018]
like a tennis ball smacked on the court arms reach out rubbing off it's bounce but is as hollow as wind baby, you're a firework i'm also a dark horse you're broke now I'm woke take better thoughts read it and weep no more aware than when you're asleep this is fake deep Ham fisted cram your message in a visage that can be easily digested spam it to the masses damn dismissive as an adage like a buzzword making characters out of stupid slurs forward slash and hashtag with as much depth as the pixels retake black culture on the back of a vulture I've indentured to sack as curs when you think about it you let sink no thoughts than what can be easily sought underneath the drought this is fake deep Ham fisted cram your message in a visage that can be easily digested spam it to the masses damn dismissive as an adage nothing past the earth but the crust we can scrape for the oils and curds make it give more meaning swallow it like tallow take it as endearing OJ is a victim OK, on a whim drink that koolaid like fresh orange juice skull thick to reap the rewards so sleek put that head to sleep can't really think deep but act so deep but like a tennis ball like a buzzword surface level thin empty on the in this is fake deep like a glass of air holds the contents in enough inches but some see through the nothing in it's glow like a statement blasted on repeat sounds good to say but not to follow through just platitudes and semantics ham fisted cram your message in a visage that can be easily digested spam it to the masses damn dismissive as an adage you'll miss it if it was truly deserving of it it's why it's easily digested we were kings and shit wearing bling and blitz the man makes us rich and makes us bitch come to think of it haven't sink it in pay no mind to challenge remind them of the adage ham fist it with baggage shallow pond made into a ocean swallow pods to clean your scent rest your weary head and take sleep best not to dread being fake deep drape the deep and scrape the deep and rape the deep and take the deep and fake the deep this is fake deep as wide as a ocean but a puddle deep bounce like a tennis ball hollow insides you reap buzzwords copied on a spreadsheet pixels as pronouncements to your peeps glasses filled with sentiment drink air to help one sleep this isn't genuine it's pretentious it's fake deep.
The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merly turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him. Later he will go out again, but he will be changed, he will have become different, after being eaten and digested by God. Afterward he will stay near the entrance so that he can gently push all those who come near into the opening.
Simone Weil