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Greatest Fear During the Night

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Bloodrun

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For the money

 

even so......

 

It happens all the time

 

...

 

i feel sooo much better

 

80 year old guys have more chance in getting a GF then me

 

great!

 

No... 80 year old Millionares have more chances

 

I suggest you grow one of these

 

money-tree.jpg

not much better........

 

i dont have that much money

 

heres a suggestion..

grow a pair

get a bush

get some muscle

get actin like a jabroni

 

and youll be a sure candidate for the common skank in your everyday highschool. -.-"

 

or you could always mail order a sex doll

mommas boys do it all the time -.-"

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Bakura Vessal Newbie

Bakura Vessal

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For the money

 

even so......

 

It happens all the time

 

...

 

i feel sooo much better

 

80 year old guys have more chance in getting a GF then me

 

great!

 

No... 80 year old Millionares have more chances

 

I suggest you grow one of these

 

money-tree.jpg

not much better........

 

i dont have that much money

 

heres a suggestion..

grow a pair

get a bush

get some muscle

get actin like a b****

 

and youll be a sure candidate for the common skank in your everyday highschool. -.-"

 

or you could always mail order a sex doll

mommas boys do it all the time -.-"

 

how about this

 

go away

 

i dont give a funk about you

 

you dont know what girls have done to me!

 

and i havent seen a single decent girl in real life!

 

so ask me again why i fucken try to give up on women!!!

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Bloodrun Newbie

Bloodrun

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For the money

 

even so......

 

It happens all the time

 

...

 

i feel sooo much better

 

80 year old guys have more chance in getting a GF then me

 

great!

 

No... 80 year old Millionares have more chances

 

I suggest you grow one of these

 

money-tree.jpg

not much better........

 

i dont have that much money

 

heres a suggestion..

grow a pair

get a bush

get some muscle

get actin like a b****

 

and youll be a sure candidate for the common skank in your everyday highschool. -.-"

 

or you could always mail order a sex doll

mommas boys do it all the time -.-"

 

how about this

 

go away

 

i dont give a f*** about you

 

you dont know what girls have done to me!

 

and i havent seen a single decent girl in real life!

 

so ask me again why i fucken try to give up on women!!!

 

no my friend, now your just giving blame to other things besides yourself.

you dont like the way you are, so therefore, you automatically think that women wont.

you cant love someone, untill you love yourself.

damnit, this is why im so pissed at you.

dont do what i did damnit!

im serious, your young enough to figure this out, before you really get funked up, i am so damn serious!

i may not be able to help my brothers, i couldnt help myself, but ill be damned if i cant help you!

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RickiMinaj

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mine is losing your 5 senses in the mids of your sleep. At the moment, when you cant feel, touch taste hear, or see anything. In the midst of the darkness that faces you in the point in which your awake. Just sleeping on your bed. You dont know whats gonna happen, cause when you,ve lost your 5 senses, you dont even know were you are.

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Static

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mine is losing your 5 senses in the mids of your sleep. At the moment' date=' when you cant feel, touch taste hear, or see anything. In the midst of the darkness that faces you in the point in which your awake. Just sleeping on your bed. You dont know whats gonna happen, cause when you,ve lost your 5 senses, you dont even know were you are.

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I'm assuming having taken no drugs before bed, because that's possible from taking a hallucinogen before bed. (which mind you, can kill you)

 

Isn't that called Lucid Dreaming?

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~Riku~

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Having a boogeyman of sorts come out of the closet in the hall and kill me. Seriously its such an intense fear that if I have a closet in my room I insist it be left open.

I'm also afraid that a hand holding a knife will burst out of my matress and stab me to death.

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CrabHelmet

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When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo’d by anxiety,

I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety;

For your brain is on fire—and the bedclothes conspire of your usual slumber to plunder you:

First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you;

Then the blanketing tickles—you feel like mixed pickles—so terribly sharp is the pricking,

And you’re hot, and you’re cross, and you tumble and toss till there’s nothing ’twixt you and the ticking.

Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick ’em all up in a tangle;

Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle!

Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze, with hot eye-balls and head ever aching.

But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams that you’d very much better be waking;

 

For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich—

Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage—

And you’re giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to a party of friends and relations—

They’re a ravenous horde—and they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.

And bound on that journey you find your attorney (who started that morning from Devon);

He’s a bit undersized, and you don’t feel surprised when he tells you he’s only eleven.

Well, you’re driving like mad with this singular lad (by the by, the ship’s now a four-wheeler),

And you’re playing round games, and he calls you bad names when you tell him that "ties pay the dealer";

But this you can’t stand, so you throw up your hand, and you find you’re as cold as an icicle,

In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks), crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle:

 

And he and the crew are on bicycles too—which they’ve somehow or other invested in—

And he’s telling the tars all the particulars of a company he’s interested in—

It’s a scheme of devices, to get at low prices all goods from cough mixtures to cables

(Which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers as though they were all vegetables—

You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman (first take off his boots with a boot-tree),

And his legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot, and they’ll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree—

From the greengrocer tree you get grapes and green pea, cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries,

While the pastrycook plant cherry brandy will grant, apple puffs, and three corners, and Banburys—

The shares are a penny, and ever so many are taken by Rothschild and Baring,

And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake with a shudder despairing—

 

You’re a regular wreck,

With a crick in your neck,

And no wonder you snore,

For your head’s on the floor,

And you’ve needles and pins

From your soles to your shins,

And your flesh is a-creep,

For your left leg’s asleep,

And you’ve cramp in your toes,

And a fly on your nose,

And some fluff in your lung,

And a feverish tongue,

And a thirst that’s intense,

And a general sense

That you haven’t been sleeping in clover;

But the darkness has passed,

And it’s daylight at last,

And the night has been long—

Ditto ditto my song—

And thank goodness they’re both of them over!

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