TonyZimmzy Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 I'm gonna cough up some phlegm. I've coughed up the phlegm. I half-heartedly expected it to be green. I knowingly expected it to be yellow. I surely expected some saliva to be mixed in. But no. The only colour I can describe this phlegm as, is Flak. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxidizer Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 Truly exquisite, Zimz. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 (edited) tonyzimmzy says:http://www.gtaforums.com/index.php?showtop...entry1058125040 let's yell names until he bleeds tonyzimmzy says: there's 7 and a half ounces of moonpowder in it if you sign a .37 caliber contract in advance. mm Edited May 21, 2008 by Pat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted May 21, 2008 Author Share Posted May 21, 2008 I'm not assuming anything, you're the one posting your personal musings on a public forum. What I don't get is why you're complaining about comments when you're writing in this format. Start a blog and disable comments or something, so nosy people like me can't invade your internet space. Well, I don't want random comments, ala Tony and Pat and Oxi, to clog up my topic. Although when they do it, it's humorous...well except Pat, that c*ntlicker. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 well except Pat, that c*ntlicker. You know you still love me. physically I mean. Not emotionally. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonyZimmzy Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 well except Pat, that c*ntlicker. You know you still love me. physically I mean. Not emotionally. Cowpat. AHAHAHA. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted May 21, 2008 Author Share Posted May 21, 2008 well except Pat, that c*ntlicker. You know you still love me. physically I mean. Not emotionally. Cowpat. AHAHAHA. Oh, come on guys. Keep your Tom Foolery in your balls and cock. And Emo, you're dick's to big for me to handle. Sorry. Especially you Tony. It's not enough we're in an MSN chat, but we're chatting on WD too. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oblivionz Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 well except Pat, that c*ntlicker. You know you still love me. physically I mean. Not emotionally. Cowpat. AHAHAHA. Oh, come on guys. Keep your Tom Foolery in your balls and cock. And Emo, you're dick's to big for me to handle. Sorry. Especially you Tony. It's not enough we're in an MSN chat, but we're chatting on WD too. What's the fun in chatting if you can't do it in more than one place.. At one specific time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheJonesy Posted May 21, 2008 Share Posted May 21, 2008 Though I suck and haven't posted much, I've been here for...quite awhile? Who the hell's this guy? Funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted May 27, 2008 Author Share Posted May 27, 2008 The satin slowly and softly caresses my doughy thigh and I look up at that oh so blue sky and look around to see what you do. The strings vibrato and you can hear the piercing waves soothe you into a state of democratic dreams. What of the primaries, nothing is as good as purple smudges on your finely tuned croissant. Let the flash consume and daydreams flow into a dream of stardom of empty hopes you thought could happen in shallow graves. Hold open your arms and let the false love in to only be greeted by a loud clash and it's just all taken away, your dreams I mean, not your guitar. But you can still feel that sun shine brightly onto your skin and know that Mr. Blue Sky won't leave you for so long. Or hide away. Just let the tremolo picks and bends carry you away to that dream you thought you had and flip off your mom and tell her to f*ck herself. Welcome to the human race. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted June 11, 2008 Author Share Posted June 11, 2008 DON'T f*ckING MAKE ME DOUBLE POST YOU INCONSIDERATE DOLE f*ckS. HOLY CRAP. CAPS LOCK. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Pete The bitter sweet cold winter zephyr bites at their skins. Standing on the night swept dock looming over the abandoned bay. A man stands there in a trench coat smoking a lone cancer stick with the smoke on the tip of his tongue. He lets out a deep breath and the smoke flows out like a waterfall of fruit punch. It stands still and lingers there. Another man walks up, a limp in his step and some sweat on his brow. He’s carrying a tape recorder and his wide brimmed hat tilts forward, covering his eyes and hiding his gaze. He makes his way to the man’s side and clicks record. The other man’s gaze drifts to the tape recorder. “Hey Pete…” the man says, lifting his hat and meeting the first man’s gaze. The cold eyes sending chills up and down his spine, turning his toes to ice. The first man is silent, to begin with. He takes another drag and keeps his attention turned towards the tape recorder. After a long stare off that would make Andy Richter proud, his gaze turns to the empty bay. He sighs and the smoke pours out of his mouth. “Hey…Pete…I need to ask a question…” The man’s voice is shaky, almost trembling in a sense. He looks down at the floor to avoid Pete’s empty eyes. “Roger? With a tape recorder,” Pete clears his throat and coughs. But not just a cough, a grumbling thunder of cancer that would make the entire state of California shatter and collapse. “Well…me and the crew were wondering…” A nervous chuckle escapes through his quivering lips. “What’s it like…what’s it like to kill someone, Pete?” A quick snicker and Roger looks up to make eye contact with Pete. But his eyes soften. Pete raises his head and looks up to the starry sky and just stares at the luminous moon hung oh-so low overhead. Thousands of thoughts race through his mind. None of them coherent. None of them explainable. Lost in a train of thought. “It’s kind of like…” Pete clears his throat and puts out the cigarette on his own arm. Roger flinches and almost looks away. “It’s kind of like playin’ a game of basketball…” Confusion sweeps Roger’s face and he can’t comprehend the analogy forming in front of him. But before he could ask a question, Pete continues on. “I am there…and the other player is there…” A holographic image, so vivid it can be tangible in fact, forms in front of Pete. A lone basketball court with two people facing each other. “And it’s just the two of us…” A breeze blows past the both of them and the sirens in the distance come and fade away. The leaves rustle and the waves crash into the old dock. Roger opens his mouth to say something, but is immediately cut off. “And I put the other player’s body in my van and I am the winner,” Pete sighs and a slight smile spreads across his face. Roger stands there, incredulous, the tape recorder still going and the waves still crashing. He slips a finger over the tape recorder and stops it, the click echoing over the empty waves and the vacant dock. “What,” the only words that Roger could produce. But the only response from Pete he would get that night was that ever so slight smile. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonyZimmzy Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 GARY MOTHER f*ckING OAK. wat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxidizer Posted June 11, 2008 Share Posted June 11, 2008 Luff yo stuff! Now write me some snuff! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted February 11, 2009 Author Share Posted February 11, 2009 I've Got a Special Surprise Just For You Marauder red Indeed, that is what I said. Such a wonderful sentence that Marauder red. So glistening And so bright. But so dull And just so damn Allllright. f*ck, that made no sense. You know, one would think that if I left for half a year due to the fact that nobody wished me a happy birthday, I would come up with a better poem. f*ck, and I'm in my school's Literary Magazine. Sorry guys, I'll come up with something better later. Oh, and yeah. I'm back. Again? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhoda Posted February 11, 2009 Share Posted February 11, 2009 Woah. Been a while since I've seen this gem. Are you going to be carrying on with... whatever this is or start something new? Do let me know, so I can act accordingly, see. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted February 11, 2009 Author Share Posted February 11, 2009 Well there really is nothing in this thread. I just use this thread to post snip-its so I don't clog up the board and I can keep my happenings in one thread. But yeah, I can't really continue anything I've started in the past (Oh f*cking a I know, cry some more) such as Wanted and NHCRNR, cause I've lost that sense of direction. It's not that I'm no longer f*cked in the head (still am, maybe even more so), it's just that, it'll be hard to get back into a story that I forgot about totally. Also, I won't be attempting anymore "novel"-esque type of writing. Such as chapters and such. Only prose and poetry. Hey, and maybe, I'll even post some of the stuff I've written for my Lit Mag here, and even some of the stuff that never made it in, due to the graphic, sexual, and overtly violent nature, but only if you beg me so on your knees. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhoda Posted February 11, 2009 Share Posted February 11, 2009 Well shall I go ahead and lock this? Or shall I keep it open for your ramblings and forthwith? You can always make a fresh topic if you want a fresh start I suppose. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vercetti21 Posted February 11, 2009 Share Posted February 11, 2009 Cubandick! Good to see you back, Cap'n Cockface. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted February 11, 2009 Author Share Posted February 11, 2009 Masterkraft you dog you! Look at you being the big badass led-by. Man, good on you. It's been ages. Six months if I remember right. Whew. Yeah, just leave this open. Don't really want to create another topic. Plus, I like some of the previous work I posted in this thread. Quite hilarious. But yeah, good job on led-by status (although I don't know how late I am on that subject). @Vercetti: Oh you! Ahhh, the good times. I remember the shenanigans we pulled. "The Penis mightier than the sword". Good times. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rhoda Posted February 11, 2009 Share Posted February 11, 2009 Heh, it's alright Whippy, I've not been at this for all that long, so thanks all the same. I'll keep this open just for you, and you be sure to keep us posted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oblivionz Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 Masterkraft you dog you! Look at you being the big badass led-by. Man, good on you. It's been ages. Six months if I remember right. Whew. Yeah, just leave this open. Don't really want to create another topic. Plus, I like some of the previous work I posted in this thread. Quite hilarious. But yeah, good job on led-by status (although I don't know how late I am on that subject). @Vercetti: Oh you! Ahhh, the good times. I remember the shenanigans we pulled. "The Penis mightier than the sword". Good times. Hey, you. <3 Nice to see you back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxidizer Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 I'm back. Now write us a twisted story about everything interesting you've been up to since you were away. Or I'll kill your future children. I ain't joking. <3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonyZimmzy Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 The illusive son of a bitch has done it again! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted February 12, 2009 Author Share Posted February 12, 2009 The illusive son of a bitch has done it again! Ahhh, Tony. You sick twisted, mother of my child. You spelled elusive wrong you silly bastard! And also, I don't think anyone can write about what I have endured in the past six months. At least, not properly. A poem shall suffice though. Roses are red Violets are blue I was gone for half a year And all I could do was miss you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonyZimmzy Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 The illusive son of a bitch has done it again! Ahhh, Tony. You sick twisted, mother of my child. You spelled elusive wrong you silly bastard! And also, I don't think anyone can write about what I have endured in the past six months. At least, not properly. A poem shall suffice though. Roses are red Violets are blue I was gone for half a year And all I could do was miss you. My spell-check didn't report it. I actually do suck at spelling. I'll smother you with roses and kittens and rays of delight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cubanwhip Posted February 12, 2009 Author Share Posted February 12, 2009 The illusive son of a bitch has done it again! Ahhh, Tony. You sick twisted, mother of my child. You spelled elusive wrong you silly bastard! And also, I don't think anyone can write about what I have endured in the past six months. At least, not properly. A poem shall suffice though. Roses are red Violets are blue I was gone for half a year And all I could do was miss you. My spell-check didn't report it. I actually do suck at spelling. I'll smother you with roses and kittens and rays of delight. Well, actually, illusive means illusionary, while elusive means sneaky like a f*cking snake. So we're both correct. Also, f*ck off. Don't threaten me with a good time unless you're willing to put out and entertain me. Also kittens? Dude, that's kinda gay. I prefer baby kangaroos. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lochie_old Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 I was starting to wonder where you had f*cked off too in the real world. Welcome back. (It's ~PhusioN~ btw.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TonyZimmzy Posted February 12, 2009 Share Posted February 12, 2009 The illusive son of a bitch has done it again! Ahhh, Tony. You sick twisted, mother of my child. You spelled elusive wrong you silly bastard! And also, I don't think anyone can write about what I have endured in the past six months. At least, not properly. A poem shall suffice though. Roses are red Violets are blue I was gone for half a year And all I could do was miss you. My spell-check didn't report it. I actually do suck at spelling. I'll smother you with roses and kittens and rays of delight. Well, actually, illusive means illusionary, while elusive means sneaky like a f*cking snake. So we're both correct. Also, f*ck off. Don't threaten me with a good time unless you're willing to put out and entertain me. Also kittens? Dude, that's kinda gay. I prefer baby kangaroos. That's what I meant; you're an illusionist. Disappearing and returning and sh*t. Like some kinda rape victim. I'll put out if you bring the chips. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stefan. Posted February 13, 2009 Share Posted February 13, 2009 Aye, I remember you. You were writing that twisted story about incest or something. Remember me? Oh, and welcome back. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Unvirginiser Posted February 13, 2009 Share Posted February 13, 2009 Welcome back. WD is gayer than ever you'll be happy to know! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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