Fuck this girl

at least it isn't a illumia thing

I mean look how hard this poor guy is trying.

IIm not trying stupid. I have a smart phone. Im at my job watching Movies with my coworkers and smoking pot you Fucking Loser.

If only I could still ban people...

Don't let the name fool you.

It's pretty fun to play. A lot more fun than Yu-Gi-Oh anyways. It took me maybe two or three games to fully know the game in and out. And the cards are nice to look at.

Still trying I see?


And pray tell, lord of butthurt, what exactly does having a smart phone have to do with you trying too hard?

Geez 15 year olds on the internet...

I miss all the fun things.
>:

That's the thing about giving up, so much regret. Not that I like to rub it in, but...I wish you could still ban, love.

An angsty teenager complaining about how "hard" life is. Typical.

Ahh, but this child is a big shot that supposedly makes $450 a day.

But can you claim you don't sit on mama's furniture atm?

Actually yes. I am in a hotel.

k, i'll ask someone else...

I highly doubt he makes 450 a day. First of all, all well paid job don't pay you by wages; instead, they pay you by salary. If he has such a job, I highly doubt anyone would do their math out to find how much they earn for each day.

Second, unless he works for a big corporation, there is no way he can earn such an amount. Judging by that attitude and english that resembles to a child who just reached puberty, I rather believe he works as a fast food joint.

Could be furniture in an old alleyway

My grammar skills were better than that before I hit puberty.

My grammar skills were better than that before I hit middle school.

This thread seems fairly uninteresting

So here's a weegee

Pretty much sums up everything.

And I can't become my father
When it's all been said and done
His completions won't complete me
I've divided me by one

I'm the answer to his riddle
I'm the caution of his wind
I'm the spoon wedged between tongue and teeth
Beneath his trembling grin

And I dare add my revision
For I dare not suffer twice
And I dare not reinvent the past
And I dare not be the Christ

And I welcome any sufferer
And I welcome any Saul
Sitting in this room, on wooden bench
Waiting for Joi to call

And I suffer here alone, Lord
Perturbed by my every thought
How I've tried to strip them to the bone
I've struggled and I've fought

Every jealous warped intention
Smuggled, sewn into genes
Every hidden mongrel tendency
Exploiting me in me

Each time I put them under
But still they wanna test me
I cry out through the thunder
You storm right past me

I search and I ponder
I question and wonder
I roar and I thunder
Please let me in

I've been waiting here
For what now seems the better of an hour
I've raised every crippled question
From the dead and given power

To the absence of my sanity
The presence of a fear
That lies in between forgotten dreams
That pile up every year

Up above the highest testaments
Down below the wooden floor
There's a gutted room, pitch black at noon
Beneath a hidden door

Deep within you'll find
The attributes of every sunken man
Who must bang his head against the dead
Each day he tries to stand

And he's standing pressed against
The very woman that he loves
Kissing eyes and lips, embracing hips
Surrendering to her touch

And just at the very moment
That he touches heart to heart
She pulls from his touch
'Cause it's too much to mend what's torn apart

Each time I put them under
But still they wanna test me
I cry out through the thunder
You storm right past me

I search and I ponder
I question and wonder
I roar and I thunder
Please let me in

It's so hard to be the man I would be
If hatred and fear no longer appeared
I swear I've become the skin of a drum
The heart of a man, divided I stand