My heart is a lighthouse. Ships, return home. The battle was lost and the brave fight was in vain, we all knew. Let's now speak our sorry sad sexy tales of love and loss, frying gently in each other's juices while fate stalks all from ameobas to zebras. Love, we define by perception, hate, we cast as a weapon. Come to me, let me enfold you.

magnificentpentatonic said:

Although many men have enquired, I have spoken the same sequence of words to each and all - "I am not gay or effette, just pretty for a boy. But I will grow old and decrepid, so love me for my heart and mind." Although, I admit, it is difficult to convey this properly over loud music on the dancefloor at a club.
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Does this thread require we dance the dance electric or something?

me too?

Sinister said:

like a gay spider man

Sinister said:

We will dance in my father's Kingdom.

DrZoidberg said:

Better love each other....almost time to gooooo....Dance! Dance like gay Spiderman!

XxAxX said:

Especially you. Once, I believed your avatar of choice to be a helicopter facing left. Only recently have I perceived the truth of the robin with the candlestick. You have many wonderful perceptions. You will cry a lot in this life. I am sorry.

Number23 said:

Sorry. I meant facing right.

Number23 said:

Why do I picture an elf and a unicorn named "Uni" when you speak of your fathers kingdom?

Number23 said:

And I now see it;s another bird, the doll with a doll, the unfolding universe, a size 10 boot, stamping on the face of humanity, forever.

Number23 said:

dude, that's a paintbrush!

magnificentpentatonic said:

I never said I was perfect.

magnificentpentatonic said:

DrZoidberg said:

no one understand my avatar...

Sinister said:

Becasue you have absorbed the Tom Cruise vehicle 'Legend' with the perception the director intended.

XxAxX said:

its an artist bird, right?

XxAxX said:

canary with a beret, paint pallet and a brush

magnificentpentatonic said:

I thought it was a little bird tasting wine.

And carrying a large acorn.

I would walk to you through halls of fire, and still I couldn't tell how I feel.

XxAxX said:

I thought it was a dandelion.

Number23 said:

Are you talking about last night's "Lost"? I thought the ship had crashed and the raft has yet to reach anything, but they will next week.

Tell us what you know!

Number23 said:

Stop flirting with me.....I guess no Jesus juice for me.....


M

it's a sicilian message

XxAxX said:

And why does that little chicken have a pancake on its head?

superspaceboy said:

Born soul-bruised and hurting. Even the first snow, just cold.

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

I was a good boy. I loved my family and helped my friends and knocked on their doors and asked if they were coming out to play or collect ladybirds in icecream tubs in the cornfield or build even a haystack or run, run, run until we collaped, sick with breath and a lust for life splitting our skins.

what kind of evita-ass bullshit is this?

Anxiety said:

I am a poet in pain. Sleep cannot kill these thought splitting my mind. Life is for the cold made warm and they are just lizards.