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I am on good terms with him!

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This one is pretty cute yo. I wanted this and a Fiat 500 just because they're cute and classic respectively.

The finals poll is up.

Read closely and make your decision for the winner of the Readers Choice and Runner-up awards.

Put right foot in as you lift your left, kinda like the hokey pokey.

Also, yay car thread.


dat car

This poll has ended. As we can see with the results, leonard267 is our winner of the second preliminary poll. However, the top three will go on to the finals poll, so both xninebreaker and Livided will join him. Congratulations!

Pic of what they expect the R36 to look like. Sad that they dropped the PTW ratio look.

yeah, it totally deconstructs thing such as utter nihilism in a satiric tone =)

that aside, he's probably one of my favorite characters. also, dat smile.

about Norwegian Wood, although it's set on reality, one could just classify it as some absurdist fiction, I think - because of how absurd it is lol

fun fact, that song is based from the East German Anthem. yeah, I mean the song from the previous video I posted.

yeah I think it's probably more about the certain likes and dislikes toward a certain character. if that's the case, I probably would say the similar thing to the things I quite disliked.

indeed as you say.

maybe a bit of utter nihilism and hedonistic, but you've probably got to look far underneath it all to appreciate the story. that's probably why it doesn't click with some people.

;_; I'll miss you too dd. You pushed me to be less sloppy and improve a bit.

Can I ask you for the link of the four writers again? I lost it again.

I see that you strike the forums and this contest once again with your style! Pretty enjoyable I'd say (for the most part...). You take an interesting approach to this contest's theme, which I had no doubts that you would, and I think it works out in your favor.

As with many who have read this, I do not have much to comment on. I simply do not have any critique to lend you that hasn't been covered. A loss for words is usually a good sign though... right?!

Also, thanks for burning the sexual connotation of cold into my mind. Perhaps I should've headed the warnings of comments from those like mibu who were foreshadowing the danger.

Jahahhahahahahahahahahaha!

That's pretty much all of comments I got for this one.

Some of the readers here don't appreciate the jokes leonard267 have put in at all. To be able to see all of the jokes here and there, one must have a certain level of knowledge on the subject to find them amusing, like ones that are used in the show How I Met Your Mother, anyone who watches that know what I mean (great TV show, btw). I found the Xenon and Clever references were pretty funny. I actually enjoyed your craziness in this writing. I think it is much more interesting than the one with the marriage, which I read last year.

I did find it was strange with the 'entry' grammar thingy FGRaptor have mentioned. However, I read through the piece without much difficulties, but meh. I don't have much else to say about your thing anyway, as others have already pointed out your errors.

I think it was quite cool. Or 'cold'. I'm kinda have that craziness in me when I'm around my friends irl, but I sounded so serious in my entry, lol.

P/S: FGRaptor is such a beast when it comes down to grammar, lol. Specific to the minutest details. I didn't even pay attention to some of the error he listed.

You're actually leaving, Humbug? I don't have anything fancy to say like Xenon, so . . . goodbye I guess.

Last minute panic, goddamn it. Hope you like this sloppy lemon.

In a faraway foreign city, where dreams don't come true and you discover that climbing the career ladder is pointless after the company goes bankrupt, two people were sharing an umbrella under the hard cold rain. An Asian woman was giggling as she was being tugged along by her agent, Daniel who occasionally shielded her from the waves of murky water that cars created whenever they sped up over puddles.

Being led to her hotel room, she talked hours over her phone in her unknown language with God-knows-who. As a model, it had been a long day of photo shoots, paper shuffling, and flashing lights which was tiresome for both of them. She had been a mildly famous model since fifteen and was in her mid twenties now. Her plump body, saggy implants, and red-dyed hair had captivated many men. All had been taken away except Daniel, her agent for half a year now. He knew her darker self, brattish, child-like, and cold under that grown warm body of hers, but nobody else knew that side of her. Meanwhile, her husband, Mr. Ed merely had her as one of his many trophy wives. The womans name was Hity.

As routine, she went for shower and walked around afterwards in nothing but a soft white towel. Even without make-up, she looked gorgeous. She mumbled in her foreign language and went back to the shower with folded pijamas in hand while Daniel made coffee.

She sat down and drank it patiently, as if to savor it. Daniel's sight locked on her soft legs. She bended towards him occasionally and rocked back and forth, quite child-like. Daniel's phone rang, interrupted from his trance, he turned away. He knew it was Ed, and his calls made his stomach churn in dread. His hand trembled as he picked up the phone.

"Ye-?"
"You're wasting my money, dammit, why'd you choose that agency for her, moron?", yelled Ed.
"Sir, it was the highest offer we had-", relied Daniel, amazed Ed was so aware of her life.
"You're hired to make more money, you're more imconpetent that the last agent,", continued Ed.
"I made her money, plus she's getting a few years of age, so companies look down on-. Sir, you know I was merely a manager, I'm not qualified for this job, it's not my fault-"
"Pack your crap, you're fired!", barked Too and hanged.

It took a minute to realize what was at stake. His life was at stake. He had a pension for a kid which he couldn't get a paternity test of, and without any other job, he would be in jail for that brat and hits heartless mother.

Hity seemed unaware of it all, looking into space beside the window. Daniel thoughs flurred to paranoia. Had it heen her fault that he was fired? Was Ed paranoid of Hity cheating on him? Whatever it was, his life was over, he would be in prison in a matter of months. Should he hide and live as a tramp? Suicide? Take Hity for ransom? No. Tramp seemed better in his mind.

He went to the bathroom quickly to try to hold in tears. In his anguished reflection, he noticed his ongoing aging. Lines started to be drawn through his face and he looked so much colder than ever before. He breathed in and out, made sure he didn't leave a trace of sadness on his face, and walked out the door.

Fear got him excited, he knew Hity was a slut, so he could have his payback by using her. He braced his guts and grabbed Hity. She looked at him puzzled and he stole a kiss. She didn't resist, but responded lusfully sliding her tongue into his mouth. Her mouth felt warm, thick, and moist with a bit of bitter cofee aftertaste. Daniel thought it must be a dream, for he expected resistance. She pushed him away teasingly and in response, he threw her onto the bed and removed his clothing as she watched.

Hity began realizing what was going to happen. Daniel grabbed her waist and began licking her arms. Her eyes widened and she removed her pijamas. He started licking her neck and ended the trail in her wide hips, making her shrudder. She tasted mildly like cherries. He insterted his dick inside and began moving. She started moaning in pleasure as Daniel licked her neck and grabbed her soft red curls.

He moved faster, her body looked angelic, her insides were bliss. She pointed at her mouth for another kiss and he responded immidiately. She tried to suck out his soul with her every kiss. He got more excited, he grabbed her again and put her bareback just to smack her ass occasionally. Her moans resounded through the room whenever he stopped kissing her.

Daniel felt like teasing her. He bit her left shoulder and she got wetter. Placing his finger inside her ass made her tighten. Hity shruddered every once in a while, and that was a good sign. He decided he couldn't hold any longer and released inside her, making her bite the sheets.

Hity wanted more as she fingered herself to toy with the semen. She turned over and spread her pussy lips. She pleaded something with her foreign language, but the message was clear. Daniel went erect and entered her again. He suckled on her nipple and kissed her. She raied her arms and grabbed the bed frame above her and he began licking her smooth pits. She loved the tickling sensation and bit her lips. She exhaled with the rhythm and was about to cum herself. Hity dug her fingers into his back and quieted for a moment. She relaxed shortly after and Daniel gave her another load. Exhausted, Daniel fell asleep in her arms while she passed her hand through his hair gently.

He woke up with the sun hitting his eyes. Another day had rolled in. He looked around and noticed Hity wasn't beside him. The air smelled a nice scent of breakfast, some sausages maybe. He stubled along like a drunkard to the next room. Hity was smiling warmly with two trays of steaming breakfast. She said something unknown and beckoned him to sit beside her. She began feeding him gently with spoonfuls of omelet like if he was a child.

Maybe she liked him, she obviously did, maybe she would prevent his sacking, maybe he could escape with her. Ed couldn't kill her, it would look bad if one of his many wives died, and Hity seemed to like him at the moment, or maybe this was all morning logic failure. Whatever it was didn't matter for Daniel. He was glad of his first happy morning in years. The day started with laughter and some affection, that was enough to make his sorry soul happy.

Live for yourself primarily and don't let others control your life. You are who you make yourself to be, so give people a reason to love you by becoming a lovable person. Happiness is the key to survival, so surround yourself in people that reinforce your happiness. People are more likely to do so when you are wonderful to them, and it makes you feel happy as well. It truly is a cycle of mutual benevolence, and one of my personal missions in life.

Take care, my friend. May the stars align to guide your path in life.


Leonard, I don't know if you were reading the correspondence between d and myself in regards to my recent story post, but it contains good news for you.

I didn't like "Norwegian Wood" either. But what does it have to do with Mibu's?